PAST LIFE DIARY 1 - Story 10 - Young Mathilde

YOUNG MATHILDE 

I'm about eleven years old. I'm here in a room with many other children of different ages. They're younger than me. It's a kind of school, but instead of having adult teachers, the older children teach the younger ones. It's not academic education but rather skills, how to do things. It's quite hectic in here.

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