Jona, Joe....ahhh, let's go, I need to be at my interview like right now! Hurry!, a middle aged woman said and Jona who is about thirteen years tried to fix her shirt and pants while running to meet her the woman who is already outside the door.
Yup, mom, where are we going anyway?
You'll see!, Jona's mom added.
My mom Henrietta, whom others call Etta grew up in Panama, but met my dad in Buenos Aires while enlisting for the military in the 70's. I was the fruit of their love and well try my best to make my mom happy since dad passed when volunteered for Iraq war.
Mrs. Perez!, a man who is wearing a nice suit called my mom. We went to a printing press and mom is a professional writer who wanted to make a mark for herself. She is a news reporter in Brazil but she needed to stop working when I came when dad died and she needed to care for me. She took side jobs and free-lance writing and acting gigs to support me and my studies. Now that I'm a bit older and can take care of myself, she decided to work as an editor for a printing company.
I tagged along since it's a weekend and I have no one to look after me at home. The land lady who is Mrs. Beesly always check on me but she needed to visit her son in Sicily. So mom took me with her though I didn't want to come with her. She insisted, so I get to travel on train to the city. Haaa...the city out of Favela is great and indeed breathtaking. There are lots of cars and shops where you can see a lot of stuff and food, ice cream and candies. Yumm!!! I'm getting hungry but mom said that after the interview we can eat at a food chain near the building of the company she's been called to report.
Okay, Mrs. Perez, though you have little experience in editing, we have short courses you can take to learn about this. Since we are in urgent need of an editor, you are hired. My secretary will contact you soon and you can start working for us on Monday! Congratulations!, the man added and smiled at my mother. I was just sitting outside with a woman who is smiling at me I don't know why. The door is slightly open why I was able to see what's happening inside the CEO's office. Why I knew it was the CEO, it right out the bat says in the front door C E O, whatever that means. But I like him since he made my mom happy.
Okay, we will see you then, ah...., , the man said waiting for my mom's reaction. Oh, my, thank you sir, ah, Mr. De Lima! Yes, you won't regret you hired me! Thank you!, Etta added. Just call me Etta!
Okay, Etta, it's not a problem, just call me Jeffrey, Jeff for short. See you!, Jeff said and shook my mom's hand. Welcome to Buena Publishing!, Etta.
Hmm....Etta smiled and walked out of the CEO's office. We were happy but I didn't know exactly what happened that we need to celebrate today.
Baby, momma got hired, so, we need to eat out and celebrate, haahha!, Etta said and kissed me on the cheek.
The woman outside Jeff's office is his mother and the guy stood up immediately when he saw the elderly lady and hugged her tight.
I saw the other women outside the CEO"s office, some are smirking, some smiling while listening to music and their chit chats. One lady particularly near the CEO's office was snobbish when we came over to ask about the CEO's schedule and that mom is there for the interview. When mom got the job, the lady stood and smiled at mom and me. Phew! I don't like plastics and well I let out a tongue to tell her that mom made the man or CEO happy and shook his hand so screw you! HIhi, Am I bad? No I just love my mom a lot that I don't want anybody messing with her, ever.
Haha! That was when I knew that I want to save others and protect the innocents or weak for the rest of my life. Why I joined the St. Clare Community. That, when I became a member, I didn't know that I would be a part of something great, the Shadow Sisters who would change Favela, the town, Brazil and the world.
Chelsea, on the other hand was born in Palestine and lived in an oppressive society. Moreover, she and her family, especially her dad have been toiling tirelessly in a country that once was theirs but as the years gone by. Little by little, Israel has dominated and penetrated cities and the Palestinians no longer have a home to call their own. It is a sad and depressing situation that in year 2023, October, Israel has wiped out the whole Gaza killing hundreds of civilians including foreigners who were just working or vacationing in the city.
It's a frightening sight indeed when the Palestinian Goliath moved in front of the Israelite soldiers in ancient years, that even if David was just a tiny shepherd, he saved the people of Israel from death and war against Palestine. But as Christians we must forgive those who have sinned against us yet we must not forget too, the reason why Palestine and Israel had a misunderstanding. Maybe, it was about businesses, economy, money, rights, influences or powers. But what made Hitler inhumanely annihilated Jews during World War II? And why did Germany or other super power countries hated the intelligent, and influential Jewish community?
A cousin of mine and I were discussing about the war in Gaza and why it happened. Since he is a Muslim and travels a lot in Muslim countries, as a Muslim himself and knowledgeable of Islam religion informed me about the truth about Israel, its people and Palestine along with the Islamic community and people he lived with for many years as an Optometrist in Saudi Arabia. Ahh....I couldn't believe the bad publicities and lies that the social media sensationalized for Israel against Gaza and Palestine.
I have watched a recent video about one Prime Minister who was criticizing the Israelite Ambassador on letting Palestinians go. He was asking why they can't leave Palestine alone. He added that is it humane to suffocate, kill, a country and its people without even giving them food to eat or water to drink, and freedom to be their own nation and live peacefully without them dictating or manipulating stocks, business and the whole country itself.
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