" want to scream at him. I want to beat some sense into him. Don’t go, Mas. They don’t give a shit about you. We give a shit about you. We’re your family. I’m— I’m so mad, I stalk the Topaz streets after the meeting, getting madder with every step. How could he do this to me? How could he leave me? He was supposed to be the guy we could all rely on. I’m ready to pummel someone. Just give me an excuse. C’mon. And all of a sudden, I’m on Mas’s block. They all look the same, these barracks, but Mrs. Ito’s got a neat little rock garden in the plot outside the front door. I’d recognize those stones anywhere because I helped haul ’em here. My fists curl. Mas. C’mon. My feet are carrying me forward. I’m seeing white. But before I make it there, a couple guys sneak out of the shadows. I can’t see their faces because it’s "

― Traci Chee , We Are Not Free