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Am I To Be Blamed

The document describes a girl who was forced into stealing money to support her starving family after her father abandoned them and her mother fell ill and died, leaving her with no other options for survival. She asks the police captain if she is to be blamed for her actions given the circumstances.

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Am I To Be Blamed

The document describes a girl who was forced into stealing money to support her starving family after her father abandoned them and her mother fell ill and died, leaving her with no other options for survival. She asks the police captain if she is to be blamed for her actions given the circumstances.

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AM I TO BE BLAMED?

They’re chasing me , they’re chasing, no they must no chase me, I have


enough money now, yes enough for my starving mother and brothers.
Please let me go, let me go home before you imprison me.

Very well, officers? Take me to your headquarters. Good morning


captain! No captain, you are mistaken, I was once a good girl, just like
the rest of you here. Just like any of your daughters. But time was, when
I was reared in slums. But we lived honestly, we lived honestly in life.
My father, mother, brothers, sisters, and I. but then, poverty entered the
portals of our home. My father became jobless, my mother got ill. The
small savings that my mother had kept for our expenses were spent. All
of our daily needs and her needed medicine.

One night, my father went out, telling us that he would come back and I
saw him. He went with another woman. If only I can lay my hands on
his neck I would wring it without pain until he breaths no more. If you
were in my place, you’ll do it, wouldn’t you captain? What? You
wouldn’t still believe in me? Come and ‘ll show you a dilapidated
shanty by a railroad.
Mother, mother I’m home. Mother. Mother?!
There captain, see my dead mother. Captain? There are tears in your
eyes? Now pack this stolen money and return it to the owner. What good
would this do to my mother now? She’s already gone! Do you hear me?
She’s already gone. Am I to be blamed for things I have done?

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