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part ii continued from typed1606<part i>

His fate was sealed.

The rest of the afternoon, I witnessed more cases of domestic abuse, theft, robbery, and murder. When court was dismissed, I went home to catch a few hours of sleep. Emmanuel was right about this, but I had no time for him today. "Let me think about what you said," I told him goodbye.

I continued my daily routine. I had to get my daughter from school. She was very upset because it was the last day before spring break. She was all smiles until we drove up to the school, and as she got out of the car, that momentary happiness disappeared. I saw her crying, and I asked her what was wrong. She said, "The teachers are mean, Mama." "What do you mean?" I asked. She told me that we should get transferred out of the school because the teachers were mean, and she was reprimanded after giving the wrong answers when the teachers asked her questions. I was angry at first but then I thought about it. It's true. The teachers were mean. They were mean because they were frustrated. It is only natural. The harsh conditions of the Protectorate dehumanizes us all.

I left her at the car and I walked into the school. I walked down the hall and I heard the teachers talking. They were talking about the rising crime rate, the broken-down houses, and the lack of access to food. I was about to leave when one of the teachers spotted me. "They don't seem to care. What are we supposed to do?" she asked. "I don't know," another said. "Maybe if I had the time, I could do something."

She mentioned the time and she was right. None of us have enough time. We all have jobs, we all have families, and we all still have to stand in line to get food. We all have different dreams.

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