People from another region, came here one day, dressed up neatly, polite and etiquette. And we were facing all sorts of problems in life, how to live, how to survive, they gave us the first hope of giving us that relief of finding someone in them, that we didn’t have. Thus they started coming into our house, as people whom we could not live without. After a certain period of not finding anything of what I desired, I learn that they’ve taken over the house, and fully conspired fully covered up, and now we are locked down in the system, through them. We are just victims who would fit inside their wallets, that small and poor we have become. Furthermore, they cannot be caught or argued with because we are small like puppets for them, and we’ll die, not proving anything, just good people, who couldnt help us, only if they could, they felt helpless too. Yes, they were jealous.