Chapter 19

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August 3

    Today I went to the warehouse. I had to talk to Mark, he luckily was there.

    "Hello, Mark." I greeted

    "Hello, Carlos. Right?" He greeted and asked. I nodded.

    "I have to tell you something." I said.

    A look of concern fell on his face, he asked "What's wrong?"

    "Well, two days ago, I went to my cousin's house, and I saw two high tech Master Town military vehicles."

    "Oh yes, I know about those, remember I still work with the Leader, and yes we know about them, warn your cousins and their neighbors, the Leader is going to add restrictive laws, curfews and limitations to settle rebellion. Nothing to worry, just be careful."

     "Thanks I will tell them, but are we going to fight against them?" I asked

     "Eventually, but not right now." Mark said.

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    I have been lonely at home for the past two days. I keep thinking, how would it have been back in the old days? Freedom, the word itself sounds beautiful. I lay down on this large bed, thinking about everything. My life, the war, everyone I have known and loved, Nicole. It is overwhelming to think about all of this. Probably tomorrow, a month or years from now, everything and everyone I have known and loved will be gone and I won't be able to do anything, because destiny. No, I can't think about this, at least not right now.

     "Carlos! Dinner is ready!" one of the servants called.

    I go down, because food is something precious that cannot be wasted. I felt those killer hunger pains once.

    "Hello father." I say to my dad.

    "Evening son." He answers coldly, as if he didn't love me anymore.

    We ate the rest of dinner in silence. The constant clatter of silver cutlery on the fancy porcelain plates. My dad then told me that he wanted to have a talk. I don't want to listen to whatever he has to say. He ignored me since my mother's death, an occasional pat in the back and an infrequent, dry and lifeless I love you. I never really felt the love.

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