I am amused. Conversations such as this remind us going out on campus. She often sulking after classes just because I said I was tired of going out with snot-nosed kids. His sulking protracted if the test results are not satisfactory. But I liked the way that behavior. Dian saw her face and bent scowling. Maybe if I had to pay to see a face like that I do not mind. Dian never knew my pleasure.
“If you’re offended, I apologize, Dian!”
“Just to apologize so?”
I hide the fun to see Dian still upset.
“Then I must help it, dear?” I asked with a sigh in the ear Dian.
“Tomorrow Take me around like in Bareilly!”
Gosh! This is a nightmare again. I will be confronted with poverty without being able to do anything to change that.
“No I like poverty, Rud!” Said Dian when I’m less eager to know, “But from there we learned a lot about life. About the family. About the relationship the child and the mother or father just a formality, they enjoy the rest of destitution and family intimacy thirsty! ”
“Then we just be a bystander who took advantage of their misery?”
Dec 12
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