Dear sister,

An old man taught me how to write, that is why I can send you this letter.

However hard I may work, I have finally had the time to write it.

Indeed, I work about ten hours a day. We have to make toys all day long !

Can you believe it ? Lots and lots of toys, and I cannot even send you one. Children like us will play with them , in rich countries, without even knowing we have worked for it. This is disgusting, awful. I carry boxes all day long, to allow children to play with, I can barely eat every day, and they do not even know they are stealing my childhood.

I hope mum and dad are doing well. I am very hungry and I hope this is not your case. If only we could meet, someday, be together again, I miss you so… But there are no holidays for us. No school, nor hope. I was born to work until my death. By the way, I feel strangely ill. I hear it is due to the chemical factory, near the place where I live, or rather survive. How can human beings force children to work - and die - for them ? I have heard this is because they pay us less than western workers. It would not surprise me, it is true we are paid next to

nothing.

I also hope you will be able to decipher this, I know I do not write in a very readable way. I am shaking because of the cold. It has been raining since the early morning, but we worked anyway, even though I was drenched by the time I reached the factory. I am bare-foot, shabbily dressed and hungry, for I have not eaten since the day before yesterday. Why was not I born into a rich familly ? I would have been to school, I would be happy. And you would too. We would be living together… Is this Justice ? Is it fair ? They are all speaking of liberty and freedom. Yes, we are free, free to work, free to die for them. Here I must end my letter. I hope

you have not got bored with all my complaints.

Kiss mum and dad for me, I haven’t forgotten them.

Your loving brother."