Up at sunrise
I sit and help my mom
9 'o' clock
I leave for work
I scrub and polish
Till the surface shine
I get to work on the food
Must make sure it tastes fine
If I don't I might get fired
And then I'll get a beating
From my dear old dad
I think to myself...why doesn't he get hired?
I say this to my mother
She shushes me like always
I sit and help her cook dinner
For my brother and my father
By then It's late
And I'm Starving to death
I share some scraps with mummy
And then I put myself to sleep
For I must wake up at dawn again.

Khuldunia High School Islamabad