Yesterday was Orange Shirt Day. A day that takes Phyllis Webstad back to her first day of residential school. The day her brand new orange T-shirt, a gift from her grandmother, was stripped off her back, never to be seen again. Today, Phyllis has turned that dark time into a day of action, a day we remember those who went through residential schools. Those who survived and those who didn’t. My grandma didn’t go to residential school but she she felt the trauma through her brothers who did go. This deeply affected her, which in turn affected her children and her children’s children. I’m now on a path to discovering who and I am, my culture. I spent Orange Shirt Day at the Bill Reid Art Gallery and Stanley Park. At the art gallery, we were treated to a performance by an̓usáyum̓ (Two Berries) a duo of very talented women who sang old and new songs in the Sḵwx̱wú7mesh Sníchim language. Thank you for sharing your gift with us. I know it really meant a lot to me!