☘ "Maybe sometimes being lost is the best thing that could happen to you, because then you have nothing to lose. But for just this once I don't mind losing."
Maureen is a girl who has been on streets all her life, her life has been hard enough unt...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
I had many questions in my mind and I had to choose wisely since I had only five questions left to myself. Magenta sat in front of me looking serious about the whole thing. It was scary to agree that my apartment looked less haunting and lonely with her sitting there. She was a girl of few pounds and a bad fashion sense, there was something messy about her and she had a rough, broken aura around her and yet when she sat there on my clean plush carpet it felt some darkness reduced by here presence, like my demons will not peep out from the closet or there will be no one crawling out from under my bed.
She was there nullifying all the bad.
The drink was kicking and all the logic in my head was leaving me. Or that is the reason I gave myself for staring at her.
Why are you here?
"It was your turn so you can ask me", I offered her a chance to speak up.
She looked like she was about to cry.
"No, you can ask your questions first." She said in a voice heavy with emotion.
She was letting me ask all my questions.
"Where do you live?" I asked since this bothered me looking at her condition.
She gulped and it was clear that the question was hard for her.
"On streets." She mumbled hoping that I will not hear her.
But in that crazy moment, I was only hearing her.
It made sense though, her clothes, her presence in the most obscene part of the city, her evident lack of fear when it came to danger, her reaction on drinking something as common as a latte.
Again I was noticing her closely, her fingers playing with the carpet, her eyes staring down at the same carpet. She was ashamed of her living conditions. But it didn't make me feel any different.
But it made me realise the hardships in her life. I have a rough idea how the life for street kids are.
"Why?" It made sense to me to ask the reason her life was this way.
She inhaled sharply and I should be going easy on her but I can't lose this chance.
"My parents died when I was young and a foster family took me in. They were not that loving so I had to run away and then Sam found me."
The only thought that struck my mind was her life was so hard, how was she so kind? Why isn't the darkness consuming her as it is consuming me? Why is she still surrounded with that aura of calmness? Why does she feel like redemption in garbs?
"Why is your name Sasha at hospital work list?" Shawn must have pulled strings for her so that she was working under a fake name.
