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Full name: Suri Chung Tsz Ching Age:11 School name: Yew Chung International School

My name is Seth Brown and Shreke was my home. It was a gloomy place, where ominous clouds hung over the sky, floating over the fully concealed azure sky. The streets were filled with dust and debris, the level of pollution in the air rose rapidly. Birds flocked away in a crowd, leaving with their cheerful chirps. The only sounds heard on the streets were heavy trudging from exhausted people, sweating and panting, assumedly just finished work. My attention immediately turned to my mother who had just finished her work in the local factories that provide the entire world electronic supplies. I sprinted to the door and unbolted the heavy oak door for her as she gave me a weary smile. We sat down on the couch and chatted. I listened intently as she told me her latest news. I love this time of the day when we would both express our thoughts and share about our day, it’s like our “mother son discussion time”. Suddenly, she froze, remembering something she was meant to tell me. “You’re turning eighteen next Tuesday choose a job or I will find a way to send you out of Shreke for a better life.” I contemplated. There were only three job to choose from, you either construct buildings, farm, work in factories, or . Every single person has to choose a job when they turn eighteen, and after they turn six the children are forced to work in factories. Mother didn’t let me finish deciding when she just said, barely a whisper “You have to go, you don’t deserve a life like this…” It was midnight, the ear splitting screeches outside my window made it impossible to sleep. Yet I can hear Mother muttering to herself. In the dim candlelight, I can see her hunched figure scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. Silent as a mouse, I walked over to her and bent down, examining the piece of paper. Mother looked at me proudly. It was a plan, of getting me out of Shreke since we can’t go anywhere due to the burning border surrounding Shreke. The plan is that I’d be able to get out by going into a huge cardboard box and going through the transportation tube. This was perfect! Then I remembered she wouldn’t be coming with me due to her age. I would message her every day on my Digipad though. I would miss her so badly. Unnoticed, a week crept by. It was Monday, the day before my birthday. I felt hollow, I didn’t want to leave my home and my mother. She packed my clothes and personal belongings into a small suitcase. I changed into my bosom black suit, grabbed a few Milky Way chocolate bars before I left. Legend says sugar gives you energy. Cautiously, we entered the factory. I looked down at my watch. Plenty of time before the workers arrive, it should be empty. There was a tearful farewell and emotional embraces. Tears dripping down my eyes, Mother taped my box up and set me off with a choked up “goodbye”. I will never ever forget this moment in my life... Before I knew it, I was whooshing down the slippery tube with speed, picking up pace the along the way. Silence came abruptly. I closed my eyes and wrapped my


arms around myself, imagining myself falling into the sea, hair floating around my head like a halo. I thought I died just as I crashed, banging my wrist on the side of something hard. Groaning, I clutched at my aching wrist. After it seemed like forever, the pain subsided. I lifted my wrist and examined the bruise. Ouch! I reached into my pocket and peeled off the wrapper on my chocolate bar. Devouring it in bites, I remembered that I hadn’t had any breakfast this morning. Drained of energy, I sank into the corner of the box and fell into a sleep filled with memories of home… I woke up with a jolt, my memories finally rushed into my brain. I shook my head desperately, trying to make sense of what was going on. The pain in my wrist was gone, the only thing left was a humongous bruise blossoming gradually on my wrist. I pulled down my sleeve. Frantically, I clawed my way out of the box. Seeing light streaming through the tape, I popped my head out, inhaling the fresh air and feeling the soft breeze on my face. I stepped out cautiously. Looking around, I wandered aimlessly around the rocky pavements i ended up on, singing the birthday song to myself silently. I stepped onto the polished marble steps. I looked around, eyeing a couple walking hand in hand sharing earpods while nodding their heads in time to the music, a bespectacled small girl crouching down and whispered into a furry mouse’s ear, a group of teenagers leaving laughter ringing in the air. A tall castle with a mouse carved on top, towering over the city. This place looked too good for me. “Mouse City” as it says on the sign was filled with jovial people, I thought of the people trudging heavily on the streets at home, not one showing the slightest bit of a smile. I think this is the best place to ever grow up in! Years later, I had an entirely different identity and was called Rob Clearwater and was studying in university with my bosom friends. Just the perfect life! I have learned a lot and I finally have the “education” mother always wanted me to have. Even though I was having the time of my life, I would always think of my sweet, caring mother who helped me along the way in life. After years, I finally understand what true love a mother can give her child is. Sacrificing everything or her child. I still contact mother and she is doing well… Maybe one day I will be able to see her once more…

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