Caesar [9 years old]
A person is nothing without power and money and a normal person is absolutely nothing. Go further down, the poor are like ants which can be stepped on just because one felt like doing it.
After all, what can an ant say?
It can't voice itself.
Just like us.
The people who live in the slums are like that and me and my mother had been living there for a year now.
In the evening I came back from work covered in dirt with a piece of bread and some pickles.
I went into the small tent made of many different pieces of cloths sewn together.
"I'm back." I told her while she sat in the middle of the side. I walked to her and sat down in front of her, "Hand." I told her and she presented me with her palm. I took the knife and cut the bread in half, then made a slice in the centre to stuff it with all the pickles I had.
After that I handed it to my mother, "Eat."
"What about you?"
