My parents had always ignored how well I did in my studies.Soon, my mother got me a job in a factory. "Work hard and make sure to send money home on time," she told me. "Suzy's tuition fees aren't cheap."Every word out of her mouth was about Suzy. She ignored how I was pale from the pains of my first menstruation and the red stains on my pants.Working in the factory was exhausting, but the library there contained damaged textbooks and old, discarded books.I would run to the library during my breaks to read and study.Some factory workers were somewhat educated, and seeing that I was young and eager to learn, they were happy to tutor me. Some even tried to enroll me in a nearby high school.I sent the majority of my wages back home, squirreling away the rest, hoping to return to school one day.However, one day, I fell sick and was late to send the money. My parents stormed into the factory, shouting and beating me.My coworkers tried to stop them. In the chaos, my books fel
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