Child Labour (A roadside eatery)

Mommy,I don't want to go back there. I know you said I have to, but I just don't want to. Why can't I be like the others? Why can't I run and play with them? Why can't I go to school like they do? I'd rather stay at home forever and ever than go back there, mommy. That man is mean. He makes me do the same things over and over again. He screams at me no matter how hard I try to do my best. Maybe my best isn't enough. I don't know why I mess everything up. I scrub and scrub those plates without a break, mommy. I felt awful when that cup hit the floor and shattered to pieces. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I told him I was sorry, I did, but he was so mad, so loud. My cheeks still hurt from his slap. And I promised him I would never do anything wrong ever again. Until I spilled boiling hot sauce all over the floor. It..it wasn't entirely my fault. I tripped over a sac of potatoes and..and I couldn't stop the bowl from slipping out of my grasp. He was so angry and scary. He made me cry all day long. He said he would give me one last chance. But I don't want another chance,mommy. I don't ! I'm not good enough to stay there any longer. Please let me stay at home. I know you said we need the money, but I'd rather be like the others ,than have money.