As a child, I endured tough work as a brick maker and in a demanding stone quarry. My young hands were rough and worn well beyond their years. From sunrise to sunset, I carried the heavy burdens, my small body strained by the labor. Each day seemed endless, and my dreams and hopes slowly faded amidst the dust and debris that surrounded me. The relentless heat and bitter cold were unyielding, and the constant ache in my body served as a reminder of the sacrifices I made to support my family. Despite the hardships, a glimmer of hope and determination burned within me, pushing me to keep going. Though my childhood was overshadowed by labor, I held onto the belief that education and opportunities would one day break the cycle of poverty, leading me towards a brighter future. My heartfelt thanks go to the children's home that rescued me, giving me the chance to escape this challenging life and pursue a better path.