Long and arduous getting here, but my destination was in view. Would Haino remember little Aada?

Blistered feet from the unexpected walk these four days, after a jaguar attacked my donkey. Backpack stolen yesterday, and with it, my food and water. It hadn't warmed much yet, so could continue and survive. Last night, a crevasse kept me from most of the wind. Still, it was frigid, and sleep was hard to find.

Now, everything was in view. We were betrothed when we were four. Mama and Papa now dead, would Haino's parents honor that vow? Would he even remember me?