I am Julekha. I grew up near my grandmother. I don’t have parents. My grandmother sells betel leaves on the streets. This is how our days went; hardly we get our three meals. My grandmother did not have the ability to admit me to any school, but she dreamt that I would be a teacher. The reality was that I was far away from the light of education. Suddenly, while selling betel leaves, some sirs and madams came to my granny, and then, to fulfill her dream, I was admitted to Chayatal Bangladesh. Now I am studying in class three. I will grow up to be a teacher and fulfill her dreams.