A true story about poverty
I know how to read and write. I have all kind of books that I collected from dump yard. The story book that I collected a few days ago is my favorite though its last pages are missing. But I do not like to go to school. My class mates hate me and insults me by saying I smell awful. They have no idea that I cannot take shower every day. In our slum everyone has to bring water from outside. And the water I brought for our home goes for cooking. I have only two pair of jeans. I have to work in the tannery and need to help my mother. My life is not that easy.!
