Everytime I empathize her, there are tears rolling down my eyes.
Shes’ never had anything wanted for herself.
All that she has today is what she got or what was given.
Given a choice, she would leave it all and want some respite, a life with just silence and laughter. A life that is normal.
Alas, there is no choice, no way out, no way to beat the madness.
I pray to goodness to give her atleast few spells of lasting happiness.
If nothing, I pray to give her the hope that there is happiness.