In the courtroom there are my mom, dad, an old lady, who keeps pounding on an old typewriter, a white-haired pop, that seems to be the chairman and two men in suits, that I don't like, because they talk funny: the defendant, we ask for a delay. The chairman asks me what I like to do, what marks do I have in school, and if I have everything I need at home. I let out a sigh of relief as long as he doesn't ask me who do I love the most, it's ok. At the end, those weird people shake hands, the chairman yawns, and mom cries gently. I'm staying at dad's this week.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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