Child labor

I do not have father or mother. I even do not know if they are alive or not. I stay somewhere near. People love me because they think I am an orphan. Whenever I tell them how they can be so sure that my parents had died, they do not answer me. Sometimes many of them ask me if I want to eat anything. People are generous to me all the time. This is how I got this job. My sir asked me to join here and arranged a place so I can stay. He warned me not to ever live in footpath as boys take drug there. All people are good and always loved me. But I have a strange problem. I always imagined what my mother would say to me if I were with her. I imagined how my father would behave with me if I were with him. I also imagined having a home of mine where I could go anytime. Sometimes I asked myself if my parents are still alive do they miss me too. Or they just forgot. I never told these things to anyone who are living with me, they may feel bad, because they love me like a family. A month ago before my friend went to village he took me to market. He bought a lot of things for his family. I was there to choose things for him. That day I liked a saree very much. I wanted to buy that for my mother. My friend told me I should not waste my money, reminded me I have no one to give the saree. When we returned, he packed all his things and his bag was overflowing. After he left for village I was alone for a few days. I went to that shop, bought the saree and keeping that with my things. I have no idea why I spend my one week income on the saree. But whenever I open the bag and touch the saree, I miss my mother. And I feel somewhere she is alive and missing me too.

• Rana (14)

📷 Captured by : GMB Akash

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