Chapter Two

Narin

A delicious smell permeate the kitchen as the food cooked. The Travellers started coming into the room, the smell of the food bringing them in, one by one or in twos and threes. In all, they're seventeen in total. That was a huge number for a Silverin Traveller group. They're usually smaller than Narin's group.

Mostly the Silverin are a family unit made up of father, mother, the children and sometimes the grandparents or unmarried uncles and aunts.

Narin considered herself blessed to be part of her family. Her family was unique in that all four grandparents are there, then the father and mother who have their three natural born children, then Narin whom they adopted, then the father's second brother with his wife and their two children and finally the father's youngest brother and his wife. They are yet to have children.

Knowing she was adopted always makes Narin grateful that her parents decided to adopt her while she was still a baby. Actually, the home that Narin was left in actively searched high and low for Silverin Travellers. It seems her birth parents paid the home to place her with a family within six months of her birth. So as luck would have it, she was placed with her family within six weeks of her birth.

What would make parents choose the life of a Silverin Traveller for their child Narin often wondered. Truth to tell, Silverin Travellers do not amount to much. All they own is carried on their backs and they don't stay too long in one place to a cumulate wealth or gain much of an education. It's a life spent travelling often in places that you that you will never set foot again.

Her family was lucky enough to have a teacher. When Narin was three years old, her mother gave birth to her brother. The grandmothers took the job of looking after her and her second uncle brought his girlfriend to the family who just so happens to be an early childhood teacher. By the time Narin was four years old, a travelling school was set up with one student.

"Aaaaawwwww!" screeched little Tonton surprising Narin out of her reveries. "Something smells delicious Narin. Can I have some?" piped up eight year old Bola making everyone laugh. "Gather around the table everyone. Grab whatever you can find to sit in and gather around" instructed Narin's mom Janse.

After everyone found a place and the food was served and eaten, Narin's father Gray cleared his throat, bringing everyone's attention to him. He looked at everyone in the eyes as his gaze travelled around the room and finally clearing his throat the second time started talking.