NovelEnglishGirls received hair ties and clips, while boys got knee pads, soccer balls, and textbooks. The older girls were given lipsticks and skincare products. These older girls had never seen such items before and were curious, with their brown eyes filled with confusion. "Mr. Micah, what is this?" one of them asked.
"Lipstick can enhance your skin tone," Mr. Micah patiently explained. "In other countries, people use it to make themselves look better. This process is called makeup. This is foundation. If you don't know how to use it, I can find a video for you to watch and learn from." Mr. Micah spoke in a mix of English and Yaren language, and Nina could mostly understand him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Thank you, Mr. Micah!" The girl didn't fully understand but clutched the lipstick and skincare products like treasures. The desire to look beautiful is a natural human trait.
The children were thrilled with their gifts. "Mr. Micah, please cto my house for dinner tonight! My mom sold sherbs and bought chicken and eggs." "Teacher, cto my house, we have potatoes!" "Teacher, we have sweet potatoes at home!" "Teacher, we have cookies!" The children eagerly invited him, waving their hands and speaking all at once.
This village was much better off than the one the boy cfrom. While the kids didn't mention any lavish meals, they at least had enough to eat. Unlike the boy's village...
Nina glanced at the boy and saw him clenching his fists, the veins on his hands bulging. He felt a deep sense of injustice.
Why was his village struggling so much while this village, under the watch of the allied forces, had enough food and education opportunities? Who exactly was this Mr. Micah who knew the Pharaoh? Nina pulled the boy aside. "Before we understand the situation, don't act rashly. You can teachsbasic Yaren words." Although these children and Mr.
Micah spoke in English, most of them spoke it poorly and mixed in sYaren language. Everything needed to be approached with patience.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe boy's anger subsided a bit at Nina's reminder. They were on someone else's turf, and confrontation wouldn't help. But Mr. Micah had already noticed them. Everyone here was a local, and apart from the boy's appearance, Nina stood out starkly among the people in this place.
After settling the children, Mr. Micah walked over to them. "Where did you cfrom?" "We escaped from the north," Nina replied.
The northern Yaren...
Mr. Micah's eyes darkened, and he spoke in a low voice, "That area is close to the war zone. You're lucky to have escaped."
The northern Yaren tribe lived near the war zone where the villages were very poor. However, the people here in the central part of the Yaren tribe had received protection. The allied forces did not allow further intervention in the north, so they focused on protecting the people here. Despite this, the allied forces frequently caused trouble, even
attempting to infiltrate several times, though they were always caught Now, aboy and a foreigner had arrived, claiming to be escapees, which seemed suspicious. "The people here are luckier than we are," Nina remarked.
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