It’s so unfair, all the rich kids are now most probably, still sleeping in their warm and cosy beds, having their servants making them breakfast, while me and my troop of chimney sweepers have to share a small piece of bread and go to work, I don’t want to do that!  I want to go to school, why mother? Why did you sell me? Don’t you love me?  But then again at least I have a roof over my head not like other children.
Ariana Florentino González
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