Without a child the tribe defaulted me back as child.
For most of the time I worked for my mother.

There was no guarantee that my husband would return.
And as children where important I had to.. mate with the remaining young men.

But nothing worked.
After years I was on the brink of suicide...

Until I noticed the moving pouch on his hips...

But like a benevolent spirit he stood there.

My husband had returned... alone

but I didn't care.

All my worries had melted away.