No more tears

    My school uniform was torn and every time i wore it i just felt ashamed and disgraced. patches of every kind of color filled the bottom part of it and at time my pants could even be seen i always sat and pitied myself and one day madam Rosy our English teacher came and found me crying 
     She asked me''Dorcas why are you crying ''I looked at her with my eyes duded with tears and told him about how i felt about my uniform.
     She cooled me down and that very evening took me to a tailor and after a week i had a very beautiful uniform that ha always reminded me of the generous teacher Rosy

Location: mayenje, busia, kenya