My children were sleeping. Both at the same time. My hubby is out doing various amazing things to help our lives resume to normal after being gone for four months and outside my apartment door a fire was brewing.
A fire of five tongues, waving hands, heated tears, flashing anger, sharp pointing fingers and banging doors, raged. I cracked my door open because one of the voices sounded suspiciously like the lovely young lady who washes my floors and dishes. It was "Jane", her two sisters, her mom and the new upstairs neighbor who moved in with her sister. Everyone was yelling in Hindi. I did not try to wade in, jump in or even dip into this language nightmare NOPE I was pulled into the mess with an abruptness my jet lagged brain squabbled with.
Upstairs Amazon Woman had hit Jane. Rightfully so Jane's family was on her door step ready to take action. Overall they are very peace loving and quiet. It was as though a sleeping giant had been aroused. This family was up in arms and good and angry.
I was pulled into the conversation (read here riot) and promptly told to mitigate. What? Me? Tears and giggles threatened to spill over at the same time. Tears because sweet Jane was weeping in terror and giggles because of my complete lack of ability to handle the situation. Okay I also wanted to giggle because Amazon Woman kept yelling that Jane had torn on her mau mau. As she shouted this injustice she pulled out her neckline giving everyone a view down to the ground. Needless to say we were all momentarily floored by the view!
I am not sure how it all ended. I just know we all yelled "Listen" over and over. I know that I clearly communicated that Amazon Woman should never touch Jane again. I also know that I told the lady to stop saying slanderous things against Jane. I prayed the whole time. I did not laugh. I did not cry.
My kids stayed asleep.
A wonderful grace in the light of the war outside my door.
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