“Do not mistreat or oppress a foreigner, for you were foreigners in Egypt.”Exodus 22:21
“Oh, you’re one of them.”
I cringe. I wish she could feel me, hear me, cringe over the phone.
“I got a couple next door. Illegals.”
“Oh.”
“They got a daughter.”
I don’t know where this is going.
“She turned out to be a real whore.”
“Well, thank God I’m not.”
Silence.
The Secret Life of Pandas 
This makes me said. Very well done. 😞
Imagine a moment going to a large event outside. many are there and it’s not like it’s a main event all the time but like waiting through a number of diversion events for the good ones. all of a sudden strol someone from behind says in your ear you are kidnapped place your hands out…no like so for a binding..but it is more of a thin rubber band. you need to go visit the toilet before “we go” so you do but are effectively here for more than one whatever perhaps awaiting night to sneak off. the foreigner doesn’t seem interested in watching or guarding you. later in my case my mom who is oblivious to the world shows to a restroom break chance meet up and I chat as if nothing’s ill but ask to leave they visit the ladies as she seems nowadays to always arrive with a friend.. I can’t spot the “guard” but do and ask – what will become of you? probably get drunk on beatings but such sounds not like said but a: more like get me drunk maybe beat me and that sounds more like such would happen whether I stayed or left..nothing is said of my fate. I hurriedly return to tell mom like I have to go go antsy let’s go! and I’ll meet you at the car..and then walk the lot forever in search of it, not sure I find it but must have as I always seem to not worry at that one moment…and I’m awake no wiser of what is another’s life not sure I was rescued but then again don’t care.. it’s back again “the same”… or, I took a lot of b vitamins this weekend like I am supposed to and you’rs here is the last I’ve read before bed.