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“This youth,” Anton continued, “has gained a step closer to his
freedom which he discovered in his hatred towards this priest and
this nun. You know, Dylan, people usually gain their freedom
in steps, one by one, not in a single shot like freedom is a gift
from someone superior, it is in portions we free ourselves step by
step from the societal enslavements or unfortunate situations we
find ourselves in, and which aren’t of our making, like this youth,
today who will survive this nightmare only to have his revenge
one day; and this is his freedom.”
“You speak very wise words for your age, Anton,” Dylan
said slowly eating his food.
“I read a lot; I’ve always liked reading. My dad wants me
to take up studies, a master’s or even a PhD in socials; perhaps I
may do this one day.”
“I wish you the best when you decide to do so. But for now
let us wait for a few minutes until the children go back to their
classes,” Dylan said.
They sat quietly and observed the two supervisors who
paced around the tables until all the kids finished their food, they
had certain time to do it and father Thomas along with Sister
Helen made sure they were all done by the proper deadline. Soon
after they all got up at the sound of Father Thomas’s whistle and
picking their plates they went toward the kitchen where they
deposited all their plates on trays placed on the counters. After
that they were escorted to their classes. The eating area turned
quiet. Dylan took Anton and walked to the kitchen. George was
there along with two maids who spent their time cleaning and the
Indian boy on duty who was there too. But instead of cleaning
the cauldrons as expected, he was enjoying a plateful of extra
food George had provided for him.
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