I have been growing up as a person to my grandmother since childhood old grandmother’s only struggle is how to put two mouthfuls of food in my mouth. There was a hidden dream of my grandmother that I will become a teacher.
My name is Roja. I grew up near my grandmother. I have no parents. They are now in heaven. My grandmother sells betel leaves on the streets. This is how our days went, hardly we got our 3 meals. I was far away from the light of education. Roja was my childhood friend and we came to know about Chayatal Bangladesh where I will get free education, food, cloth, treatment, etc. Now I read in class -03.