If only I could have it…
It is early in the morning when I wake up. The sun is behind the buildings and the city is still sleeping. I look around. I see the same old buildings, the same narrow waterways in front of the toy shop and my toy camel in the shop window sitting next to the same naughty monkeys and the elephant with his long grey trunk. How I wish I could have that camel. Once I asked my father if I could have it, he replied that even with six months wages we couldn’t afford it. But of course, even if I did have it, I wouldn’t have the time to play with it. Every day, early in the morning I get up and go with my father in his cart to collect stale bread. We, in turn, sell the bread to cattle farms where it is used as the main feed for cows. Often, I pass in front of that green play ground and see children playing there. I remember the times we were in our village. Even at that time we didn’t have the time to play, but at least sometimes I could go out with my friends. I follow the camel’s gaze and I see a huge billboard on the other side of the street. It has the picture of a boy and a girl who are playing and laughing. Under the picture it’s written, ”Use our services and we guarantee your future comfort”. I don’t understand what it means, not even the words. I couldn’t even read it easily. Once I asked a passerby to read it for me and he did after giving me a strange look. I don’t know what these words mean but I wish l could play like one of the children in the billboard. I wish I could play with my camel. I know the day will come when someone else will take my camel away. Which right(s) are at the centre of this case?
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