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My name is Mary. I have a family of five, a husband,Jim and three boys. We moved to Manchester about three months ago to get a job at a factory. We used to live in the countryside and work on the farm. Having heard about fancy-city life and dreaming of becoming rich brought us here. After we arrived in Manchester, we could find a cheap place but we had to share a small room with several families and all the sewaged and trash were disposed on the street. But high motivation and expectation about factory work made us not consider it much.
Jim got a job at a textile mill. He worked very hard day and night and he was subordinated to the boss but there was no incentive for that. It was hard to sustain baskc level of life. So I got a job at another textile factory, although my wage was only one-third of Jim's. Jim and I bring our children to the works because of lack of public daycare centers . Luckly, my boss liked me bring my kids to work implicitly. He let them, who are five and six, work and even paid for them. This is shamful but now I have perspective that my youngest son grows fast and support us, too.
We moved to city to pursue better life. However, circumtances are not better, even worse. None of us never take a rest and never be happy. It seems that all of us got illness here in Manchester, not only physically but also mentally.
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