Morris Weintraub/Courtesy of Charity: Water
It was 4:30 a.m. in Mozambique, a country in southeast Africa. Thirteen-year-old Natalia (right) dragged herself from the thin straw mat where she had been sleeping and dressed quietly. Her three younger sisters remained asleep in the room they all shared. Natalia slipped out of their hut and set off into the darkness.
She moved briskly. There wasn’t a second to waste. Her journey would take hours.
Natalia walked 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. She was going to fetch the water her family needed to survive.
It was 4:30 a.m. in Mozambique, a country in southeast Africa. Thirteen-year-old Natalia (right) dragged herself from the thin straw mat where she had been sleeping. She dressed quietly. Her three younger sisters remained asleep. They all shared one room. Natalia slipped out of their hut. She then set off into the darkness.
She moved briskly. There was not a second to waste. Her journey would take hours.
Natalia walked about a mile in the dark. She traveled through fields of tall grasses filled with snakes. 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 was not heading to school. She was going to fetch the water her family needed to survive.