After Mehar birth, the condition of the house didn't change... insted, the responsibilities increased.
Days passed, and Mehar slowly started growing up. In her innocent eyes, the effort to understand the world was clearly visible.
The house was still the same raw walls, a broken roof, and the glimpse of poverty in every corner. As soon as morning arrived hustle - bustle began in the house,Mehar mother would get up early and prepare to go to work.
" Get up quickly, son ... We have to go to work. "
The sisters childhood... Mehar was still very young....but her elder sisters childhood seemed lost somewhere.
While other girls in the playing, her sisters were doing household chores.
One was washing dishes...
Another was fetching water.... Yet another was helping their mother ----
Little Meher would sit in a corner and watch all this. She
Couldn't understand why? her sisters didn't play.
One day, she innocently asked her elder sister, " why don't you play, sister?
Elder sister smiled faintly ---- but there was clear pain hidden in her eyes.
We don't have time to play,Mehar ---- understanding the beginning.
Gradually, Mehar started understanding that her home was not like other homes.
One day she saw - her father returned home tired. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and this face was sweatly.
Mother asked -
" How much did you earn today ?"
Father silently put some money in her hand... which was every little.
Mother took a deep breath ---
How will we mange with so little...?
Mehar was watching all this in her little heart, questions began to rise -
" Why is there always a shortage of money in our house"?
" Why are my mother - father so troubled "?
First realisation
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