hroughout my life I've always heard the same thing: "You can't go against your own people, your own blood." It got so engraved in my head that even as I sat on the witness stand, I kept thinking of those same words. "You can't go against your own . . ." Yet, my so-called familia, my so-called people, had put me in the worst position of my life. My feelings were starting to change, I began to have second thoughts. I was convinced that I was going to lie before I entered the courtroom, before I saw the woman, before I saw the little girl, but now I wasn't so sure. Which of the following describes the tone of this excerpt best? angry confident hesitant sad