Shreya’s Story: Part Three

Aarti, particularity, broke my heart. She was only a couple of years older than I was. Six or seven. That is, when I became. Her biological father had died when she was too young to remember him. Her mother married again, and her little brother died two days out of the womb. Her stepfather blamed her mother and beat her for the loss. 

It may have been the perfect formula for her mother to follow mine.

Devika promised release from pain, from worry, from reality, from responsibility.

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