A parent-teacher meeting was supposed to be routine. Law school was supposed to be separate. Nothing in Kamala's life prepared her for the moment those two worlds collided.

A Dougala story The last thing she saw was a big black SUV, smoke and then nothing ...

A Obamala story „The house was quiet and completely dark except for one room illuminated by an old lamp. A woman was looking at pictures on a sideboard behind the couch. Her eyes stopped at the picture of two little girls. She picked up the picture and walked to a big window beside the couch. For minutes she stared out the window, while tears were streaming down her face. When she looked back at the picture she smiled remembering that day. Her daughters."