Let’s discuss (Part 2)


And so, I looked around at the girls who I had called sisters for the past 4 years. I knew deep in my heart that I could not let them fail. I also knew that I was doing the wrong thing by choosing this path. However, I could not live with myself if I did not tell them the right thing. I’m sure they wouldn’t live with me either.

Therefore, I gave them the answers. I translated the whole question and added “jara”. I made sure no one asked me any questions again. It went silent after the questioning round. We finished the exam, with everyone feeling good, but me. I felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t want to talk to anyone.

My classmates boasted to the other classes about how they did better because they had a translator. I felt even worse. I couldn’t handle it.

You may ask why I felt so terrible.

Well, I don’t know. Yes, these girls were my sisters and friends, and I wanted to help them. But I felt some sense of obligation to the teacher and the subject itself. I felt bad because I felt it was wrong. Maybe I was acting too self-righteous, but hey, that’s me.

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