“I think I was six when my mother passed away. I can’t even picture her face very well. But for some reason, I remember that day very well. It didn’t even take my father a month to marry again. That day, my father had told me “This is your new mother. From now on she is going to take care of you, love you”. I did not understand for a long time, that love meant anything more than making a child do all the household chores and beating him up whenever he asked for food.
One day I ran away from home with a friend in the neighborhood. At first, I started working at an electronics workshop in Gazipur. At least I wasn’t being beaten for asking for food. I was satisfied with this. Ever since I have learned to work, I have become responsible for repairing machinery of 10 different garment factories. I am doing well by God’s grace. And you know who I have in my family now? My wife, my only son and my “mother”. After my father passed away, her sons didn’t keep her with them. I brought her to live with me. Even though a lot had happened, my father did say “she is my mother”. I have finally understood the meaning of “taking care” and “love”.”
– An electrician who worked at multiple garment factories and offices