I sat in the lobby of the court room. Surrounded equally by weeping women, stoic men, shell shocked children and lawyers frantically running back and forth.
"Anyone need a duty lawyer today?" 15 hands go up.
There were familiar faces. Smiles exchanged. Glances met and avoided. Lives laid open before a judge. Names revealed. Personal details. Accounts of failures and successes. Stories I do not want to know. Stories I want to forget.
The legal connection between parents and children severed or restored.
I sat. I heard my name called and my intentions stated. Papers filed.
We were told to come back in a month.
Lives resting on the balance of the scales of justice.
One moment of one day surrounded by 1000 moments on 1000 other days.