My Internal Journey
Ever since I was fourteen years old, the same routine has always occurred. Each morning, I wake up at the break of dawn, and I see my parents getting ready for another day of work in the fields, full of diseases and pesticides. I see my mother, always clever and strong, making breakfast for my family. I see my father, outside, checking if his vehicle is in good condition. I stand next to my window,...
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