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“Y-yes, Sir,” I said. “We came to tell you that maybe if you give the rioters some of what they want, they
will calm down. Since it is only one group of rioters, their needs should be easy to satisfy.”
The president looked me up and down with narrowed eyes.
“Very well. You may go. I will try this plan of yours,” he said, his gaze still narrow.
The next few days were a jumble of waiting, listening, and hoping.
Finally, an announcement came that we had calmed the rioters, and they would no longer be jamming up
the streets and blocking our doors.
That night, there were fireworks. Bailey and I sat at the window watching the flares in the sky.
“WE DID IT!” Bailey shouted.
My face broke into the widest grin, and I gave her a giant hug.
“Now I’m sure we can handle anything,” I whispered in her ear.
“I’m sure too, Jasmine,” she said.
The Greater Bay Area had once again become the home I knew.