the class thing

The class thing I’m working class from the very beginning, my mother worked in a fish factory putting sardines In the meantime, she went to work before me. My breakfast was standing in the kitchen, eating a slice of bread with margarine. if the school served breakfast, I ate there I noticed early in life that those who spoke with educated voices got better treatment than we who spoke the street parlance I tried to speak as the educated did, which made me tongue-tied and deeply shy, but it helped me to get an education of sorts It was only after stumbling, falling, and reading that I came to see I hail from an honorable class that built our nation after World War 2