She Framed Me As Unfit So I’ll See Her In Court Chapter 47
A year later, I finished the legal document drafting course.
On graduation day, my mother wore the blue dress she had always been most reluctant to wear and sat in the front row. Maya carried a bouquet of sunflowers bigger than her face and, before the ceremony was even over, ran past the barrier straight toward me.
“Mommy graduated!”
She shouted it loud enough for the whole hall to hear.
I bent and scooped her up, nearly getting smothered in petals.
My mother came over and straightened my collar for me.
“My daughter was always capable.”
My nose stung, and I smiled. “Then why are you crying?”
“Who’s crying? There’s dust in here.”
She turned her face away and secretly wiped her tears.
After the course ended, I didn’t quit my old job. I just started volunteering on weekends at a legal aid center, helping prepare documents.
The first woman I met there clutched an old file folder and trembled nonstop in her chair.
She said no one believed her.
She said the other side had already deleted the post, and maybe the police wouldn’t care.
She also said she had no money for a lawyer.
I didn’t tell her to be strong.
I didn’t ask her to prove she deserved help first.
I placed the evidence checklist in front of her.
“Don’t respond yet.”
“Save the original links, screenshots, and timestamps. If there has already been a real-world threat, call the police and write down the case number.”
She looked up at me.
“Does that really help?”
I thought of that old, buzzing computer and the folders I had named one by one at one in the morning.
“Yes.”
“But you don’t have to do it alone. I’ll help you organize it.”
Sunlight fell across the desktop.
At last, her trembling hand slowly relaxed.