It’s 6 in the Morning, and I’m getting ready for work. Today is a special day because it’s my daughter’s birthday. I wish I could provide her a proper celebration with real gifts and a big cake, however soon the cotton mill factory will open, and I’ll have to work there for the next 12 hours. But before I depart, I need to congratulate my little daughter. She knows I can’t afford her any presents, but she still manages to smile, but what really makes my heart break is what she says to me: "Mom, I know we don’t have much money, but don’t worry about it. All I wish for my birthday is that you and my siblings are healthy. So please don’t overwork yourself.”
