Reflections of a Former Child Garment Worker — Inside the Sweatshop: Part 4
<p>Over time, I’ve developed the opinion there is not much to brag about if you work and go to school for a prolonged period; you can only burn both ends of a candle for so long.</p>
<p>The Honor roll blessings didn’t last long after we moved as I continued to help my parents with other endeavors. <strong>My grades started to suffer after many relocations across the country.</strong></p>
<p><em>Back then, even though our sweatshop was at home and not a factory, our home looked very much like a regular sweatshop: piles of unfinished clothes strewn everywhere, no air conditioning, fans blowing hot air and dust around, and the smell of cut polyester.</em></p>
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