Natalia would walk 4 miles a day, just to get water.
It was 4:30 a.m. in Mozambique, a country in Africa. Natalia, 13, dragged herself out of bed and got dressed quietly. Her three younger sisters were still asleep on their thin straw mats. Natalia slipped out of their hut and set off into the darkness.
Natalia moved briskly. There was not one second to waste. Her difficult journey would take hours. She would walk about a mile in the dark—through fields of tall, snake-filled grasses. But she walked without fear. She had been making this trip two times a day, seven days a week, since she was 10 years old.
Why?
She was not heading to school or to a job.
She was going to fetch the water her family needed to survive.
It was 4:30 a.m. in Mozambique, Africa. Natalia, 13, woke up. It was still dark. She got out of bed. She dressed quietly. She slipped out of her hut.
Natalia moved briskly. She wasted no time. Her journey would take hours. She would walk about a mile in the dark. She’d walk through tall grass. There were snakes. But she felt no fear. She made this trip two times a day. This had been her job since age 10.
Why?
She was not heading to school. She was not going to work.
She was going to fetch water. Her family needed the water to survive.
It was 4:30 a.m. in Mozambique, a country in Africa. Natalia, 13, dragged herself out of bed and dressed quietly. Her three younger sisters were still asleep on their thin straw mats. Natalia slipped out of their hut and set off into the darkness.
Natalia moved briskly. There wasn’t a second to waste. Her difficult journey would take hours. She would walk about a mile in the dark—through fields of tall, snake-filled grasses. But she walked without fear. She had been making this trip twice a day, seven days a week, since she was 10 years old.
Why?
Natalia wasn’t heading to school or to a job.
She was going to fetch the water her family needed to survive.