Child Labor Journal entry
Dear Journal,
Today wasn’t a good day, it was worst than most days. My brother and I woke up at 4:30am in order to be at the factory at 5:00am. We ate the leftover bread we didn’t eat for dinner on the run to the factory, but it was raining today, unfortunately, and that made us late. Which was what started our horrible day, despite the fact that I actually love rain, the sound it makes when it hits the ground is calming, but I don’t like the consequences it brought my brother and I today.
As we walked towards the factory, I could already smell the smoke from the factory and machines when we were 40 feet away. It was suffocating, the smell. Thick, strong, metallic, strangling, terrible smell. I coughed till my lungs hurt. As soon as my brother and I entered the factory, I knew we were in deep trouble for being late. An adult started walking toward us almost immediately and my hope for sneaking inside the factory vanished instantly. My brother and I had never been late before, I made sure of that, but this time it couldn’t be helped. I didn’t really mind about what was going to happen to me, but I was scared as to what my brother was going to go through thanks to my mistake. I took hold of my little brother’s hand and held it tightly. The adult glared at us so viciously, I thought fire was going to burst out of his eyes and burn us alive. But that was just my imagination.
“Being late is not tolerated here.” He said once he reached us. “I don’t care if you’re 10 or 7 years old,People shouldn’t be late to their job. And if they are, they should never be again”. I know just the way to help prevent this from happening again.”
Then the man walked behind us, grabbed a whip, and that was what became my brother and I’s first whipping. I froze. I wasn’t prepared for the first strike.
WHACK. My back erupted with pure agony. I crashed to the floor.
WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. I forced myself not to make a sound by biting my bottom lip until it bled. Probably one
Today wasn’t a good day, it was worst than most days. My brother and I woke up at 4:30am in order to be at the factory at 5:00am. We ate the leftover bread we didn’t eat for dinner on the run to the factory, but it was raining today, unfortunately, and that made us late. Which was what started our horrible day, despite the fact that I actually love rain, the sound it makes when it hits the ground is calming, but I don’t like the consequences it brought my brother and I today.
As we walked towards the factory, I could already smell the smoke from the factory and machines when we were 40 feet away. It was suffocating, the smell. Thick, strong, metallic, strangling, terrible smell. I coughed till my lungs hurt. As soon as my brother and I entered the factory, I knew we were in deep trouble for being late. An adult started walking toward us almost immediately and my hope for sneaking inside the factory vanished instantly. My brother and I had never been late before, I made sure of that, but this time it couldn’t be helped. I didn’t really mind about what was going to happen to me, but I was scared as to what my brother was going to go through thanks to my mistake. I took hold of my little brother’s hand and held it tightly. The adult glared at us so viciously, I thought fire was going to burst out of his eyes and burn us alive. But that was just my imagination.
“Being late is not tolerated here.” He said once he reached us. “I don’t care if you’re 10 or 7 years old,People shouldn’t be late to their job. And if they are, they should never be again”. I know just the way to help prevent this from happening again.”
Then the man walked behind us, grabbed a whip, and that was what became my brother and I’s first whipping. I froze. I wasn’t prepared for the first strike.
WHACK. My back erupted with pure agony. I crashed to the floor.
WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. I forced myself not to make a sound by biting my bottom lip until it bled. Probably one