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of jodi picoult's Pefect match before bed. This is one story about a prosecutor of seven years who had prosecuted many who sexually abused children until one day she found her little boy not been able to speak no more.. because he was raped. Evidences all pointed to a priest and she knew how putting her baby on trial to testify was going to haunt his childhood more than it already had. she knows all too well because she had seen that happened in those 7 years of law practice. She had seen to many guilty, walked out of the court, free. So she shot the priest in court. The story showed how far a mother would go to protect her little one, even though she knew the law, she broke it.

I had to many times not cry when reading the book. Esp at the part when the boy, Nathaniel could no longer speak but when he saw his mother who was arrested and later bounded at home instead of the cell, he screamed 'mommy' at the top of his lungs before flying into her arms.

I feel for the story because many times i put myself in Nina (the prosecutor)'s shoes. Nathaniel's about Sherman's age and even though i may only be a sister, i probably would have done the same thing as Nina. Wrong as it may seems, but sometimes actions are not solely justified by rights and wrongs. we are afterall, beings of emotions.

It had been some time ever since i taught the kids at the RC. They are really starting to grow on me. Much as i would like them to speak English properly, its difficult not to smile when they call me 'cher' instead of 'teacher'. And when they try to behave like adults and talk adults, or tryda poke their little nose into their teacher's private lives.

'cher, you married?' Marvin would ask and the class would start giggling.

'then you got boyfriend not?' he persisted.

'sure have one leh' Athena would tell him as a matter of factly.

i wonder if it is the television. the children nowadays sure do not think like children. You cannot imagine whats the next thing thats gonna come outta their mouth.

today, my class were gossiping and told me about this 'bad girl' who always talked bad behind the teachers' backs. Even mine. And the funny shit was that, she has never seen me before and i have never taught her. So i asked my class....

'Am i fierce to all of you when you are good?' i started.

'nooooooooooooo' they shook their little heads,
'only when we make you very angry you will scold us.'

'Am i nice when you are good?'

'yesssssss you gib us stikars and chops and presents.', shows the stickers and presents i gave them.

'so next time your friend talks rubbish about your dear teacher here, pls tell her to keep her gap close' i told them.

'we cant', followed by a round of helpless sighing. 'she's too rude and naughty.'

'thats why she should come to my class instead and i wil show her what are manners'

'YESSSSSSS, she must go your class cher. really knowwwww.'

this is why i love my kids. lol.