Ah, listen to that rain on my tin roof—it’s like the sky is weeping for us. They came here with papers and sweet talk, *khublei*, because our bodies are cheap and our complaints quiet. The courts and new rules? Hah! They just mean more papers to sign that I cannot read. My own proof? My cousin died in a trial for fever medicine, and they called it “unrelated”. Now they offer rice bags as compensation. *Sngewbha*, they say. My heart is sour.
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