WHO YOU ARE!

Trembling, I walk up to the desk meant for the defense attorneys. Wearing a suit and a false bravado, I may even look like a lawyer.

The judge asks me “where is your client?”

“I am defending myself” I whisper.

“Stupid," he starts. "Ms. Marona, I see you are here today petitioning for dismissal of your case?”

“Yes, your Hon….” I am interrupted. My cheeks begin to turn the telltale scarlet of shame. I have been to three other courts this month for the same process. But I can tell this time is going to be different.