As a child, I found myself trapped in the unforgiving world of brick making and stone quarrying, where my young hands molded the very foundations of our society. From the break of dawn to the evening sun's descent, I endured the relentless heat and choking dust, my frail physique weighed down by the burden of hefty bricks and rough stones. Each day presented a harsh

struggle for survival, with the demands of labor eclipsing any remnants of childhood innocence. I am filled with gratitude towards the children's home that rescued me from this ordeal, giving me a chance at a brighter future.