222. A verdade

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Mãe pensa que na escola sempre estudamos.

Mas não é verdade.

Na escola trabalhamos muito e estudamos pouco.

Todos os dias varremos o quintal, varremos sala de aula, limpamos casa de banho, apanhamos lixo e regamos as plantas.

O trabalho continua, um depois do outro.

Desde a semana passada, a professora de português deu-me uma nova responsabilidade. Cuidar de bebé dela.

Antes de ir para escola, em casa, ajudo a minha mãe. Então, depois ando por uma hora para a escola.

Estou muito cansada.

Quero estudar, mas não quero ir para escola.

Como posso dizer a verdade para minha mãe?

221. Letter

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After the meeting; women disappeared fast. Except one.  

 “Come to my home,” the middle aged Rakhama mavashi ordered.

I knew so less about her, that I decided to take the opportunity. 

After a cup of tea, she asked, “Can you write a letter for me?”

I was glad to help her. 

She brought a post-card.

She told me what to write. I wrote.

It was clear that she was writing to her husband.

In those ten minutes, I understood the story of her life.

“Address?”  I asked.

“I do not know”, she said. 

“No one knows”, added her little daughter.

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