Dear Alexis: My name is Roshanderan. I am 10. I am from poverty-stricken Africa. The only way I am even able to send this
to you is by sneaking into the American embassy and using their computers. I am sad because I am so poor. My family and I live in a small 2-room house.
There are 9 of us in that house. Our bathroom is outside in the woods. All of my siblings have bloated stomachs due to parasites and no food. We each have
to take turns wearing the one shirt that we own, and also we share a pair of shoes. I get to wear the shirt every 4th Friday, and the shoes once a week. I
know I have talents and abilities, and I dream to one day come to America and make something of myself. What kind of advice could you give a poor impoverished
girl like myself to make myself better and get out of here?
Sorry, girlfriend! I stopped reading right there. Try again when you have money.
Dear Alexis: My name is Roshanderan. I am 10. I am from poverty-stricken Africa. The only way I am even able to send this to you is by sneaking into the American embassy and using their computers. I am sad because I am so poor.
Sorry, girlfriend! I stopped reading right there. Try again when you have money.
