In a small village in Malawi, there was a special school.

It was called Chiko, a short name for love.

Our school was a place of hope and love.

It was a school for orphans like me.

Our school was surrounded by colourful flowers.

There were bright reds, sunny yellows, and peaceful blues.

Our school was a happy place.

The staff gave us free food and school uniforms.

It made us feel safe and loved.

Without this school, I would not have known how to read and write.

I wouldn't have learned to add numbers or discover exciting stories in books.

The teachers and staff at our school were like family.

They made us feel important and cherished.

Every day at our school was a new adventure.

We learned the value of helping others and being grateful for what we had.

My school taught me not only how to read and write but also how to be a better person.

It showed me that with love, kindness, and education, we could overcome anything.