The sun began to rise, the beads of dew glittering lights doused. This morning, I had to get to school, like the previous days.
There is no rice or other breakfast on the table. My father only gave me 500 rupiah for breakfast at school.
I must be patient with my condition. At that time, I could only walk a mile, to school every day. Burning hot and shivering in the rain falls from the sky.
