at first, that was hurting so badly but as time goes,
I got to know, why she hate me but I don’t want to hate me,
but I know that she will be hurt,
when I go and talk to her so I started to be salient,
my school was good, everything was good and was wonderful,
I really started to like my school and the way they treat me,
but when the days started to go, when I came to middle school,
everyone got to know about my mother and how did I born, that was the bad time started”.
A lone tear rolled down her cheek and looked at Justine and told “and that time, I started to hate that time,
everyone, who told that they will be my friends started to hurt me and bully me
and started to tell that I was like my mom,
I started to tell that I am not like that and I know that my mom is also not like that, but no one believed me,
everyone started to tell that I am the bad person,