Women Textile Mill Worker (RJ Mathieu)

As much I loathe working at the mill, it beats watching my family starve as i slowly wither away into nothing. The only resin my family is still living, is because we all support each other and do our parts. In the end, the good out ways the bad. Not to be taken for granted, the mill is a horribly dangerous. Everyday I race the sun to rise; but it always beats me to bed. The entire building is filled to the brim with clothing material. Even the air has been polluted by fibers and clothe. This however is a gentle breeze compared to being dead. And that is what I would be if I did not have this job. Thinking about the latter, this job could be worse. I work alongside with my sisters, and we get payed more than we would if we were servants. My father smiles and embraces us every time we bring home our pay checks, and our mother always has food to cook. If jobs were to go oversees because they were "less expensive," we would fail. The "expense" on our side would be our lives. And more resources? Have you seen our mills? We can barely keep up with the amount of "resources" being pumped from our machine. The mills provide a countless number of jobs to my family and everyone else in my country. So saying that moving jobs oversees would be the very best solution for our country is saying that it would be the very best for a very small amount of people. Our country is composed of the workers. And would this decision help us? No.