No Photographs
I woke up late the next morning.
The sun was already high.
I did not walk to the main road and catch a bus.
All the buses go to Darpur early in the morning.
So I stayed at home on Wednesday.
I was still very tired.
I rested and talked to the villagers about the money order.
I told them about the Identity Card and the photographer.
The school teacher said, "Yes, the official is correct. In a Post Office, you always show your Identity Card."
The school teacher filled in my application form for an Identity Card.
Application Form For Identity Card
Name: Adam Jamei
Address: Village of Minta
Age: 72 years
Place of birth: Village of Minta
Occupation: Farmer
Color of eyes: Brown
On Thursday I travelled to Darpur again.
I walked to the main road and I caught a bus.
In Darpur, I walked to the house of the photographer.
I knocked on the door of the house.
No one came to the door.
I knocked again loudly with my stick.
A woman opened the door.
"Who are you? What do you want?" she asked.
"Can I have my photographs, please?" I said.
"Your photographs? I have no photographs," the woman replied.
"I came here on Tuesday. Where is the photographer?" I asked.
"He's out. He's not here." And the woman closed the door.
I shouted at her, "I'm waiting here for him."
——《百词斩爱阅读》