Part II
Bonjour,
my name is Emmanuelle.
I work as a vendor on the market, when I don’t work on the farm. Before the sun rises, I back our truck and head to the village. As I arrive, I set up my vegetable stall at the market. My parents grow the vegetables on our farm. I secretly hate it to be the one selling on the market, but what can I do.
I stay at the market the whole morning. It is busy and noisy. People come and go, buying and selling. But I am always alone at my stall.
There is one girl I see every day. Her name is Claire. She is about my age. When Clair