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The Poverty Line

Par : William Charles
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  • FormatePub
  • ISBN8231908219
  • EAN9798231908219
  • Date de parution23/09/2025
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  • Infos supplémentairesepub
  • ÉditeurWalzone Press

Résumé

Some stories choose us instead of the other way around. "The Poverty Line" is not just a tale; it is a lived experience-the dirt I walked on barefoot, the hunger in my belly, the darkness in rooms, and the light I had to find within myself. This book is about survival-not just of the body, but of dignity, dreams, and self-worth. I wrote it for the millions of children who wake up without clean water, a meal, or a bed, yet still dare to hope.
For those who've slept on cold floors and been told their stories don't matter, I wrote this because I was that boy-overlooked, underestimated, and unheard.
Some stories choose us instead of the other way around. "The Poverty Line" is not just a tale; it is a lived experience-the dirt I walked on barefoot, the hunger in my belly, the darkness in rooms, and the light I had to find within myself. This book is about survival-not just of the body, but of dignity, dreams, and self-worth. I wrote it for the millions of children who wake up without clean water, a meal, or a bed, yet still dare to hope.
For those who've slept on cold floors and been told their stories don't matter, I wrote this because I was that boy-overlooked, underestimated, and unheard.