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Story: Kalimall should have been in third grade, but she had never seen a school.
She didn’t know what a book was. She didn’t know that other children her age could write and do math. She had never tasted cookies or other sweets. Her clothes were dirty and ragged.
Every morning, very early, she went with her brother and a cousin to the stone quarry. There she worked with them, chipping at huge stones with a hammer. If she didn’t keep working, the boss or his wife would hit her and not give her any food.
Her mother, father and grandfather did all the other work on the boss’ large lands and house. They were as afraid of the boss as Kalimall was. The family was always hungry for they were not given enough food. They were never paid for their work.
Late one evening, Kalimall curled up on the floor, exhausted. She slept for a short while but woke at the sound of voices. With sleepy eyes, she saw they had a visitor. The woman spoke softly but with hope.
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