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Mia Le

I was born in Crescent City, California, but was not there for long. I moved to Libby, Montana when I was only two, and lived there for the next 7 years of my life. I loved Libby, knew the streets as well as any 8 or 9 year old could, so as expected, I cried when my family of six moved to the small town of Troy just 18 miles away.

I was born in Crescent City, California, but was not there for long. I moved to Libby, Montana when I was only two, and lived there for the next 7 years of my life. I loved Libby, knew the streets as well as any 8 or 9 year old could, so as expected, I cried when my family of six moved to the small town of Troy just 18 miles away.

Slowly I learned to love Troy just as much, and soon had friends and was even enjoying my time in my new school! One very short year of fun and laughter went by and we were moving again. I spent a month up in Eureka with my sister and two brothers, while our mom went off to the city of Bozeman, Montana, almost 400 miles south to visit family. My other two siblings moved back to Spokane to be with their father, and my sister decided to stay in Eureka when we moved. The rest of us happily lived and camped in the foothills of the Hyalite Canyon in Bozeman for the next two summer months.

 My mom would take my two brothers and I to the "Bozeman Beach" almost every day she wasn't working, and we would play in the sand and swim in the pond and have the time of our lives. One day, I saw an alligator made of sand, and wanted to make one myself, so I asked the man who had made it to help me. He and my mom got to talking and he invited us all over to dinner. When he learned of our situation, he offered to share his home with us! we now had a real roof over our heads.

My sister eventually moved down to Bozeman with us, but the other two decided to stay in Washington. There was a normal life then, filled with school, friends, pets, singing and dancing, heartbreaks and love, happiness, and most importantly, family.

My incredible mom has made this house a home, and openly welcomes us to come and go, all the while holding us together with her love and devotion to us. My very first poem was written for her, and though it is lost to time, I have been writing poetry ever since.




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