Child Labor

I just came across Adrianna's excellent Write to Learn paragraph from our unit on child labor:

"I climb the steep blackened chimney, holding in my coughs and splutters. I am short of breath, so I inhale. I inhale black dust and charcoal, and my hollow coughs echo around the narrow tunnel. Tears sting my eyes, but I musn't cry. I have to work. I scrape the chimney sides that are black with dust. It's dark and lonesome, and hard to breath. All sorts of dust fills my lungs. I cry as I sweep the chimney."

I'd like to compliment Adrianna on her vivid use of imagery. Her empathy really shines through.