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Текст од SophiaD - English

  • Thobiso is home

  • Thobiso was lying on the ground, bleeding with a man at his side.
  • “What happened to him?” I screamed.
    • “Kiddo was working with us...” the man started, speaking as a laborer.
  • “What do you mean?” I asked.
  • “Well, he was working with us, near the big city, and, you know, he hurt himself,” he answered, chewing something.
    • “No son of mine is a laborer!
  • Thobiso is going to be a politician, or a teacher, nothing less.
    • He is going to change lives!” “He already did, sir.
    • Said he was with us because he wanted to learn to build school.
    • You know, without school building, no teaching.
    • He felt yesterday and a brick hit his head, but he is fine.
    • Now, sir, with all my respects, sir, you should just take care of him.” And I knew he was right.
  • Thobiso was home, and that's all that mattered.

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