In a poor family, I used to sell water bottles on the street to help my father. But my mother’s dream was that I study and become a human a teacher.
My name is Mukta. My father is a rickshaw puller, and I used to sell water bottles on the street. While selling water bottles on the street, one day a sir of Chayatal Bangladesh saw me and bought me a chocolate, then asked if I wanted to study, I expressed my desire that I want to be a teacher since then, I have been studying in Chayatal Bangladesh. Now I am in class one.