LIVING IN A REFUGEE CAMP
Every morning I wake early in the morning by the noise of people setting up stools for selling things to raise for their family. Although I wake early I’m still grateful I can sleep at all because my family and I have such a small tent my father has to sleep outside. My father wants to teach me to defend myself for when I might be able to leave camp, my mother wants me to focus on school first and because we are so poor we might not be able to leave at all.
I find it so hard to pay attention in class because my sister is to young to collect water for the family so I have get water. But if other women are already there sometimes they will collect water for my family because the camp is so small and cramped everyone knows everyone. So I sneak my foot ball on the way to the pump incase my friends are their.
Most of the time if weather is okay I just run in barefoot but when it gets really hot I have to my shoes one because the dirt is so hot and dry. After the pump I go and line up for the sacks of rice for the family My mother cooks while I wet the mats with water to cool them down. When the rice is cooked we eat, then I do my self defence lesson then after that I go to sleep. And then it repeats all over again.
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