A day in the life of Meem. Diary entry please help

Dear Diary,  

I'm a nine-year old young lady who exited school to work in a sweatshop to help bring in cash for my family.  

Like 168 million others kids I work from 9am to 9pm in an unfortunate climate, called sweatshops.  

My fantasy is to one day have the option to go to class to figure out how to peruse and compose and to turn into an educator.  

My companions and I make 0.50 pennies for each 500 shirts that are managed accurately.  

Every day was the equivalent for me. I woke up, managed shirts, and afterward hit the sack. Until one Monday evening we had another person come in who changed for what seems like forever.  

She was in her mid 30's and her name was Alisa. She had never worked in a sweatshop and I was accountable for her and instructed her what work should have been done

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