‘I started working because I could not see my mother’s hard work anymore. I was one year old when my father died. I have seen my mother begging every neighborhood for my food. We completely strive in rainy days and only sometimes got rice starch that my mother brought by begging. Then my mother started working as labourer. After working for years In knee pain she could not sleep at night. After seeing all this I have decided to work and now I do not let my mother to work. I want her to rest for some time. Till her recovery I can work and bring food for us. My mother is my life and I can carry any weight for her’
- Roton (11)