This is Emilie. She is with her little sister, Josefine. This is the bedroom of their house. The two girls sleep together on the pink bed. They live with their very sick mother, but they do not have proper medicine. They had to sell their old apartment when their mom got very sick and could not work. Unfortunately, they barely have any money left.
This is the only other room of their house other than a "restroom" (a blocked off area where thy do their business in a bucket which is taken out once a day). It is a dining room/ kitchen/ living room. They store their food in buckets. A typical meal consists of a slice of bread with a little jam and a bite of pickle, carrot or apple. For fun they jump rope or play cards.
One day the sisters were playing cards when Josefine suddenly started crying. "What's wrong?" asked Emilie. "I don't wanna be the poorest family in Denmark," sniffled Josefine. "Who told you we are?" We aren't," said Emilie. "Everyone at school says so because we only have a few used outfits, tiny meals and only one bedroom," "Aww Jo, I'm sorry to hear that," said Emilie.
Emilie felt very bad. She was 16 and could handle the merciless teasing at school, but Josefine was only 10. Suddenly, they heard the phone ring. The girls got up and ran upstairs.
When she got upstairs, Emilie's mom motioned for her to grab the phone. "Hello?" Emilie asked. "Hello, is this Karina Petersen?" said the person. "Um she can't answer the phone right now, so this is her daughter, Emilie."
"Emilie, how old are you?" "16." She heard someone in the distance say: "Yeah, that's the one!" "Well Ms. Emilie Petersen, me have some very important matters to discuss. I'm Mr. Andersen." "Umm nice to meet you sir." *gulp*