Hate

She thinks, “They think I don’t know what they are saying about me bcause they are whispering with their own laguage. Yea I can’t understand what they say but I can feel it. I’m not a fool. Every time they whisper or talk loud, I can feel how they are looking at me. There is a hate in it. I’m not sure why these 2 old women hate me. I’m old woman too like them. I’m just from different country. But we are working together. I try to ignore them and work my part best. I’m quite used to their hate now. I talk to them as if we are family. I can play fool. I need to endure this. I should survive. I can’t leave this restaurant.”

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