Me and my family have been traveling for days. We stopped once in a while but ended up sleeping where deserts were mostly located. We were looking for a place to stay. Not only was my family traveling with us but my people were traveling too. We were the Maya's, we are all family. We have been traveling for months, almost a year. We have never found the right place to rest. Until finally we came up to a place where there were water, a field for where we can grow our plants to harvest. Everything looked perfect, but one of our people said we should move on, I said No, I want to stay here. Everything was good for me like this and my family. I planned that we should stay here because I can predict that if we move on, we won't be able to find a place like this again. Or maybe we will but it will take us months again, and I don't want my family to go through this again.
                  When we had a talk, with all of us Mayas, we agreed that we should stay here and live her permanently. We built houses, and harvest our plants. It took us a few months to finish everything, once we did more and more people started to come and we had a bunch of people living here in the village. I thought it was a good idea that they were coming because we were starting to have a huge population, and that means more food will be growing, more hunting. Everything will just grow great I can feel it. Once there were about fourty huts, now there is about one thousand. Im proud



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