I awoke crying, I knew this life would be rough.
Whatever, I sat up and looked at my new body. I was tiny, like really small. I must be 7 years old. I am a 7 year old girl.
Coming to that realization I did my best to gulp down my nerves. Easy Namri I thought, it’s not too bad; at least I’m young. I scooted around what I initially thought was my bed. Upon further inspection I realized it was simply an old towel on a mud floor.
What kind of life is this!?! I glanced around for the candle, finding only the end of a burnt wick and a slight char on the ground.
The tears came back harder. I knew the previous Namri’s had also escaped this life as quickly as possible. But I was the one who was completely trapped. With no candle I was stuck working for Jahmin in the brick factory until the day I died.
As the sun crept through the cracks in my new door I knew it was time for work. I couldn’t be late, this little girl will find a way home. I stood up, still wearing the only outfit I owned. Wiped the tears off my face and forced myself to work.
Some day I will find a way home.
Maybe…