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Early in the morning in the village of Sagawaita, Alec Sigilai sat thoughtfully in the sitting room of his two bed-room house awaiting his breakfast. Her daughter Becky was the subject of his thoughts. She was probably facing it rough. She had related to him her experience at visiting her son. And he had seen so much sadness in her eyes. He had noted with concern that this was the most challenging time of her life. He imagined how hard she could be trying to adjust to her new circumstances without showing any physical sign: a difficult unofficial divorce, a disgraced wife of an army officer, whose heartbreak wound, was still very fresh.

She was still very young and was probably missing her husband and kid. Yes, very young. She married her off soon after high school, without taking her to college. What a disastrous mistake he had made? How could he, who was once a teacher, fail to facilitate intellectual development of her own daughter?

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