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would rido start with something more positive, but hey .... so it goes. Today was
trial hearing in the Family Court of Santiago. The scheduled time was 10:00 AM and I waited patiently the call ... My client did not arrive, nor the counterparty. After reviewing my schedule, call the office, check out some outstanding payments that I realize this week and re-read the history of the coming trial folder, I started to look and listen ...
Beside me sat a man about 50 years. I was uneasy. Moved forward and revised paper. It was a subpoena. Within minutes I realized I was not alone. A child with him. A cute little boy, tidy, dressed in school with his pack on the shoulders and with tears in his eyes that contained so it does not escape him. He was the son of the lord. I hardly looked at each other, but the boy was defiant and rebuked. I was not enough to hear it whispered and spoke through clenched teeth. Dad lowered his head and moved his paper citation. As time passed, child and father seemed more uneasy. I realized that the mother expected. Only He could hear the boy told his dad .. "I said, I said" ... Until the official left the room 4 (which was the same as mine) and called loudly .... it was for them. The man showed him the subpoena and handed his card, explaining that the "defendant" had not arrived ... they were, when the boy shouted "here comes my mom!". Then the officer (as diligent as permit this atrocious system) says: "anyway we will give a new time, because at the time of call were not two .." "But, Miss I wanted to drop the case!" said the man ... "Oh that's another thing," said the official, and after a few minutes, ushered into the courtroom. The boy wanted to go, but obviously not allowed. And he sat beside me, staring at the ground and moving fast fast one leg. I felt almost without looking at the containment of their crying. And I decided to talk. The do not want to answer anything, look at me. He rose from his seat. I was scared. Sure! children .. I do not talk to strangers .. I explained that I am a lawyer children (so I understand) and sat down again beside me. I told him not to be afraid and if I wanted to tell me or make me questions and I could explain. Moved his head and said no. How old are you? "11" answer, and you to school now in the afternoon "if" I said .. and trouble to ask me could they be prey to my mom? is that my dad says she is bad and put a complaint of domestic violence, says it takes and not true .. and sighed relieved. "But your dad said he would withdraw the claim, so now the judge is talking to them to fight no more .." I replied. And your dad is good with you? "Yeah, so well behaved." And mom? "Also, but before my dad left, hit him several times to my Dad I think that's why he left, got bored. Anyway my mom and have a partner - he almost resigned"
As I spoke, I did love in her hair, took her hand and tried to contain him .. I explained that the judge was a woman and understand that it could not separate the mother of his child (because that was the fear he had) I asked him to try not think bad things and that discussions were between mom and dad .. But nothing could have said was sufficient, the child was somewhere else ... rather, inside the courtroom.
parents came every man for himself. The mother took the child by the hand and did not give even a second for the dismissal of the father. In a second left the waiting room.
And I stayed there. Paralyzed. With anguish and helplessness. Why do our children will have to suffer this sort of thing? "That boy could be my child? And the anguish that was .. (as hypo penalty saved) and his face! ... Why? How to avoid?
And it was not who was right or not, who hit who, as I would have worried about being a lawyer for a party. It was that little boy. That was left out. Instead of being at school playing ball, a court was explaining to a lawyer if unknown, using legal classification as an expert. And becoming more mature man of pure pain. Then along with wanting to start from there, I thought, really wanted to be, as I said this tiny, a lawyer for children.
would rido start with something more positive, but hey .... so it goes. Today was trial hearing in the Family Court of Santiago. The scheduled time was 10:00 AM and I waited patiently the call ... My client did not arrive, nor the counterparty. After reviewing my schedule, call the office, check out some outstanding payments that I realize this week and re-read the history of the coming trial folder, I started to look and listen ...
Beside me sat a man about 50 years. I was uneasy. Moved forward and revised paper. It was a subpoena. Within minutes I realized I was not alone. A child with him. A cute little boy, tidy, dressed in school with his pack on the shoulders and with tears in his eyes that contained so it does not escape him. He was the son of the lord. I hardly looked at each other, but the boy was defiant and rebuked. I was not enough to hear it whispered and spoke through clenched teeth. Dad lowered his head and moved his paper citation. As time passed, child and father seemed more uneasy. I realized that the mother expected. Only He could hear the boy told his dad .. "I said, I said" ... Until the official left the room 4 (which was the same as mine) and called loudly .... it was for them. The man showed him the subpoena and handed his card, explaining that the "defendant" had not arrived ... they were, when the boy shouted "here comes my mom!". Then the officer (as diligent as permit this atrocious system) says: "anyway we will give a new time, because at the time of call were not two .." "But, Miss I wanted to drop the case!" said the man ... "Oh that's another thing," said the official, and after a few minutes, ushered into the courtroom. The boy wanted to go, but obviously not allowed. And he sat beside me, staring at the ground and moving fast fast one leg. I felt almost without looking at the containment of their crying. And I decided to talk. The do not want to answer anything, look at me. He rose from his seat. I was scared. Sure! children .. I do not talk to strangers .. I explained that I am a lawyer children (so I understand) and sat down again beside me. I told him not to be afraid and if I wanted to tell me or make me questions and I could explain. Moved his head and said no. How old are you? "11" answer, and you to school now in the afternoon "if" I said .. and trouble to ask me could they be prey to my mom? is that my dad says she is bad and put a complaint of domestic violence, says it takes and not true .. and sighed relieved. "But your dad said he would withdraw the claim, so now the judge is talking to them to fight no more .." I replied. And your dad is good with you? "Yeah, so well behaved." And mom? "Also, but before my dad left, hit him several times to my Dad I think that's why he left, got bored. Anyway my mom and have a partner - he almost resigned"
As I spoke, I did love in her hair, took her hand and tried to contain him .. I explained that the judge was a woman and understand that it could not separate the mother of his child (because that was the fear he had) I asked him to try not think bad things and that discussions were between mom and dad .. But nothing could have said was sufficient, the child was somewhere else ... rather, inside the courtroom.
parents came every man for himself. The mother took the child by the hand and did not give even a second for the dismissal of the father. In a second left the waiting room.
And I stayed there. Paralyzed. With anguish and helplessness. Why do our children will have to suffer this sort of thing? "That boy could be my child? And the anguish that was .. (as hypo penalty saved) and his face! ... Why? How to avoid?
And it was not who was right or not, who hit who, as I would have worried about being a lawyer for a party. It was that little boy. That was left out. Instead of being at school playing ball, a court was explaining to a lawyer if unknown, using legal classification as an expert. And becoming more mature man of pure pain. Then along with wanting to start from there, I thought, really wanted to be, as I said this tiny, a lawyer for children.
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