One of our family members, perhaps a little too loudly came back and said: I'm OK with prostituting myself if it means more money.
Most of the camp heard. A few heads turned. She realised what she said was perhaps a little too loud. We laughed.
Turned out she went to sell some items, but in ended up selling a little more.
Then someone else in our family comforts her by saying "its ok... its ok. i tried to sell benjy earlier on".
What has this family come to i found myself pondering.
We have been trying to make paper bags and sell them to some rather unpleasant shop keepers: one is extremely harsh, the other quite sleazy, to try and earn a living for our family.
It is turning into, so I'm learning, a rather unpleasant insight into what we would do for a few extra rupees. Not only do i feel a touch betrayed, but also that things are starting to spiral a little out of control. All to bring in some money and for what: to send one of our family members to school.
We did it. Bob managed to get placed in school. The cost was, arguably, quite high.
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