My name is Francis, 7 years old and I'm not in school; I don't know how to read and write. They say I look like a five-year old child maybe because most of the time we don't have food and we eat once a day only. Three times a week I go with my buddy scavengers digging into garbage drums and piles of garbage looking for plastics, metals, papers, etc which we can sell to junkshops around the area and I get P7. My jute sack is my loot bag and companion which is even taller than I am. I want to become an engineer someday. My future hangs like a thin thread...but I could only hope for the best with the helping hands of people who care for us....
Looking From a Garbage Drum...
My name is Francis, 7 years old and I'm not in school; I don't know how to read and write. They say I look like a five-year old child maybe because most of the time we don't have food and we eat once a day only. Three times a week I go with my buddy scavengers digging into garbage drums and piles of garbage looking for plastics, metals, papers, etc which we can sell to junkshops around the area and I get P7. My jute sack is my loot bag and companion which is even taller than I am. I want to become an engineer someday. My future hangs like a thin thread...but I could only hope for the best with the helping hands of people who care for us....
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