It was a cold dark December morning. I awake about 4 o’clock in the morning to the bitter cold wind drafting in through the cracked window. I was freezing under the tattered old blanket. I was hungry, and my family had run out of food and no one had the time to get any, plus main reason was we did not have enough money.
“Benjamin!” my mother yells. “You’re going to be late!”
I jumped out of my pallet on the floor, put some clothes on, and hurried off to the meat-packing plant. It wasn’t a long walk, but it was below freezing outside and it seemed to take forever to get to work. I could barely see my breath in front of me because it was so dark. I waited at the iron gate, waiting to go into the plant with some older men. They were all much taller than me, and you could see their age on their faces. I was only about 10 at the time. Some of the older men had a few fingers missing from where they had cut it off from being weary and delirious. There were also children about my age waiting at the gate with me. Most of the children were boys such as me; girls usually would work in the textile mill, or sewing factories. My dad was also there, we did not work together though. He would be getting off about the same time I would go in. He looked rough, he had scars on his face where wires running through the air would cut his face. His hands were raw from all of the chemicals he used..........
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