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Working
I have spent at least 2 weeks here there are men in the field who work in the sugar plantation but I don't work out on the field I work in a place where I weave and dye clothes with other people who are about my age. I fear that If I go to slowly or mess up while im doing my job they will hit me because people who got tired a lot would regularly get hit, I keep a journal where I try to write down my thoughts and what happened so I ever get out of here I will have a story to tell so maybe someone will come and stop all of these bad people. It has now been about 2 years and I now 15 years old, I still remember my parents and all of the good times I had when playing outside with my friends and I wish I could see everyone that I loved again.