" Scrub! Scrub! Scrub! "

I was scrubbing so hard, my skin over my fingers was in danger.

I wasn't scrubbing the toilet, I was taking my frustration out.

This Ryan had another child under him. This was full fledged child labour.

" Is your name really Bellow? Or did he come up with that? "

It was an absurd name , even for a gangster to give.

This one was absolutely mute. He did not reply, unlike the last ten year old.

I noticed scar marks all over his arms and neck. It appeared like they travelled right under his tshirt, all over his body.

When I finally stood...