Rag-Pickers in India

They laughed at me because I'm the son of a garbage collector. They laughed at me because I'm the son of a garbage collector - but at graduation, a sentence of mine was enough... and everyone was silent and cried. I am Lucas, the son of a garbage collector. From a young age, I knew how hard our life was. While other kids had fun with new toys and expensive snacks, I waited for the leftovers of the market stalls. Every day, my mother would wake up before the sun. With his big bag on his shoulder,

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