The Girl Who Broke My Heart

She must’ve been seven or eight years old, a child the colour of the earth. Her matted sun bleached hair teased her shoulders. And across her body hung a black sling bag that spat out the words EDUCATION.

She stood engrossed in the quiz taking place on stage. The open venue had made it possible for her to slip in unnoticed. I wondered if she actually understood what was going on even though she must have understood the language. In the audience people chatted, strolled, ate. But she kept watching, deeply involved.

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