Dear Venice,
Today I walk very far to the water well with my sisters. We get water and carry it very far back to village. Then, I help take care of my younger brothers and sisters. My mother is very sick. She have what my dad have. He died. Today, we make rice for the family. The nice Christian people give us food yesterday. We lucky. There was fighting over the food but we got some.
Ok, bye.
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