To Dear God

A sad confession of an unfortunate girl.

To Dear God
Bodhisattwa Parekh

I was sure he would hate me for it, but I must go on. If I didn't do it, how could I save my mother and little sister?

My father was the only earning member of this family.

He died in a road accident. It was very pathetic. Due to her illness, my mother couldn't do a job. My sister was just eight years old. They were dependent on me. So I had no way left other than to do that job.

I was just sixteen years old then. I didn't study much. So I had to utilize my beauty as a capital.

Everyone hates me now. But nobody came to help us.

This is my confession to you, God.

With love and faith,

Your child,

Margaret

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