I look out over the buildings, pretty colours hiding the poverty of our existence. It is so lonely up here, my parents are away all day and this place is higher up the slope so I look down toward the other dwellings. Despite there being many living in these small flats I see no one all day until my parents return. Their wages are so meagre that they never buy more than the essential items for each day and I am obliged to stay in my bed until they leave so I see them only in the evenings. They work hard and tire easily. Soon I shall be working too then I shall try to discover a way to leave this place. Where I shall go I have no notion but I must go before I am burdened like my parents and there is no way out for the three of us. I hope wherever I go I can bring them along too that is if they will join me. I look out over the buildings, pretty colours hiding the poverty of our existence.
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