I’m still talking, explaining when they’ll find out their grades for the government exam they took a few weeks ago. Someone says something, and they all laugh. I laugh, too. Swiping at the tiny tears that form in the corners of my eyes. Laughing tears?
Through filmy eyes I take them in again. They blur into each other, navy and white and faces, a group, my group.
We’re still discussing the grades, what’s a pass and what’s an A+.
And what does it matter, I want to ask them.
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