Her orange beaded head dress glints in the early morning sun, as she walks two miles both ways to gather water. She bends with the morning heat. At home, her children toss and turn– thirsty.
“Five minute water break. Better take it. It’s a hot one.”
The orange clad convicts quietly put down their grapefruit picking boxes and stand in a short line for a quick taste of water.
“I hate grapefruit juice!” she screams throwing her juice box across the elementary school cafeteria table. Her orange hair beads clack loudly together as she jerks her head back and forth in another violent temper tantrum. A teacher calls 911. The police tackle, cuff, and hog tie her. She screams for her mother.