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I've been struggling . Its been a hard past few days for me, because of my son passing. He passed away in his mothers arms while he was suffering with a horrible fever all over his body. I tried to pay the expensive medical bills with my English teacher job and even bartered my skills as an interpreter, But when he passed away there was a lot to pay for like

a funeral

Also soon enough more and more kids came

we also had to buy a new, bigger house for us

and better schools

clothes

and with my current job I didn't make enough money. So yesterday when the doctor that treated my son told me that I could work for him as an interpreter and pay me twice as much as I was earning, There was no question about it, I said Yes. Although its a good job that pays well my wife doesn't like it that i started working there because of what happened to our son. She resented all the lives I helped save and even calls my job as a doctor assistance because she does not like my job as an interpreter. She tries to avoid my job as much as she can by not talking about it or even pretending I work as something else, She does not respect my job and never will. She might not know it but I don’t like it either, In fact if it was for me I would be an Interpreter for diplomats not for a small hospital, but I have to do it because my family needs the money, So as long as it pays I will keep working there no matter how I or she feels about it.

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Today I met this odd no, Weird family that are Indian but act like Americans. What I mean by this is the way they dress and Talk, Also I may be wrong for saying this but the husband and wife seem weird and frustrated towards each other, So I think that the ride along will be weird.
I'm writing this one hour later because we stopped the car because Mr. Dan or the husband wanted to take a few pictures of the monkeys that jumped out onto the rode and my car. I found out he is an English teacher in America just like I was before my son passed. I think hes taking pictures of everything he sees to show his students back in America. So far the wife or Mrs. Dan doesn't really seem interested in the trip at all, Actually now that I think about it she seems to also hate her husband and also her own kids. I say this because when we st6arted to drive she started to paint her nails and her daughter said she also wanted to paint her nails bur Mrs. Das acted so cold towards her and just turned around. This whole family is weird like almost as if there wasn't any parents just siblings and Mr. and Mrs. Das were the two oldest. Oh oh that's it for now because Mr. Das is returning to the car, But I did manage to take a pic of monkeys from the car in front of me so enjoy.

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We stopped to eat so while they are ordering I want to talk about what just happened since last time I wrote. Mr. Das asked me about my job so I told him about my Interpreter job and to our amazement Ms. Das seemed interested in it and Yes that was odd because she didn't care about the trip she was in and also did not care for her husband and kids so when she seemed curious about it, It was shocking to say the least. And if that wasn't weird enough, she said that my job was romantic and required more responsibility than even I thought it had. She helped me see my job as an important one and made me feel a type of way I have not felt since a long time ago. What she said to me was weird because not even my own wife cared so much about my job, to tell me I was doing a good and really responsible thing as an Interpreter for a doctor. Ms. Das helped me realize that a useless job that I thought was just translating and nothing more had a deeper and more heroic meaning, She told me that if I mess up and translate something wrong, it could harm someone or prevent them from getting the care they needed in order to get better even if it was something big like a horrible pain someone felt or something little like a splinter, She reminded me that my job mattered and that I did help out no matter how little or big. She did something that my wife could not do and I also feel like because the both of us have horrible relationships, we could possibly have a thing going on, I don't know what's wrong with me I have driven families for so long and always when we stopped to eat, I would enjoy eating by myself but for some reason I want to eat with them NO I want to eat with HER, I will talk about it later because they are actually waving at me to join them.
I could not take a pic of were we sat down to eat but It looked like this-

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I'm sorry if I seem rushed but something happened that I totally have to talk about. When we were done eating Ms. Das wanted to take a picture with me of all people. We hugged to take the picture I could smell her skin and it smelled like a mixture of whiskey and rosewater, but I was also afraid that she could smell me because I smelled like perspiration. That was one exciting thing that happened, but that is not the reason I'm writing, The real reason is because she told me to write my address on a piece of paper. That alone was one of the best things that could happen because if she knows my address we could potentially start writing letters to each other and finally get out of this horrible relationships we both have and actually plan a life together. The bad part is that because the paper was so little I dont know if I wrote my address right or not. I can already see it, all those letters that could be sent to one another and that perfect future life, could be lost forever just because it got delivered two houses down. I wanted to tell her if I could see the paper so that I could make sure it was right but as I was about to tell her she dropped it in her bag full of stuff and I didn't want her to get everything out just so I could check if my address was correct. Oh no, they are returning so I must go but don't worry I have a picture that I drew of us.

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I made a mistake. No, let me start over, I think this whole thing with me and Ms. Das is over. It started when I noticed that one of her sons that was named bobby, was more fearless than the other ones, When I told her that, she told me that bobby was not MR. Das true son, he was the son of another. She told me of how she and her current husband met and how they were so in love that they could not spend a second apart, So when they were in college they got married. Soon enough they grew apart and started to resent each other and that where she had an affair with another man and had bobby, and Mr. Das had no idea that bobby was not his. She told me that I was the only other person she knew and she wanted me to tell her what to do because it has been killing her from the inside. I was annoyed that she thought as me as nothing else but an interpreter and told her the only thing I could think of "HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY". I told her to tell the truth and she got mad and left. I don't know what I did but I do know that the whole think were I thought we could leave our current relationships and be together are now just a dream. Well I better go because when she left she was leaving a trail of crumbs and now a whole lot of monkeys are following her.