Luxury of Being Late
Some people have the luxury of being late. I don’t. It may not be the end of the world for you when you are late, I’m sure, but for me, it just might be the death of me and my family.
Finding jobs here in London is not easy, and you get easily replaced if you don’t do your job properly and on time. My older brother and I are the only ones to support our family of 8. My mother has to stay home to take care of my five younger siblings, who are too young to work. In a month or two, our family may decrease to 7 because many children die before the age of 5, and right now the baby has a horrible cough.
My father died a few months ago, so that leaves only us to help. If we are late or “lazy” (as my boss says) we could easily be kicked out of the factory we work in. He does not understand that we are exhausted by the end of the day and barely get enough sleep in the night.
Maybe now you understand what I mean when I say “the luxury of being late”.
- Ella age 9,
London, England, 1810