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“Tears are a lacking compensation towards who are hurt.”

Tuesday.

I was busy working on my laptop that cold day when a young man, probably 18, and an adult woman, entered the room. I heard some words being spoken by some honored people around the young man, but there was no response from him.

A mask he wore as a protection for him.

I tried to gaze on him, but as I kept on listening to those narratives by the people surrounding him, I could not stand to at least gaze at him anymore.

Poignant eavesdropping.

Once more, I tried my best to look into his eyes, and the very moment I did, I knew that moment he had a lot of stories to tell.

He took off his facemask and then looked at me.

Locked eyes.

For some slim seconds.

A tear almost fell.

I knew he had witnessed an abuse.

According to the shredded narrative, he protected his siblings from the father.

I wish I could console him with some tap on the shoulders.

But then, the locked eyes were the only consolation I could give at that time.

A tear almost fell from the eyes.

But this tear could not fall. I was working on my laptop.

I moved away from gazing at him because my heart was silently breaking.

I wish I could do something, but the sympathy through that eye gaze was the only thing I could offer at that time.

I knew it was not enough, and it would never be enough.

Of course, it will never be enough.

At least the authorities are doing their work now; maybe that is enough for me to hear at that time.

“Tears are a lacking compensation towards who are hurt.”