She looked at me and picked up her lunch tray shoving it in my face. I shaked my head, to signal no and to stop a smile forming from appearing. But being as determined as she was picked up her sandwich, sandwichi and held it to my mouth.
“Open up”
Again I shaked my head and leaned my head down on the meza, jedwali again. My moyo was beating faster.
“Please” she alisema appearing under my arm, “I won’t stop until wewe eat something whole”
“Why do wewe care?’’ I asked her.
“Well I saw what those guys did to wewe and I thought that if I was in your position I would want someone to share their lunch...
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