The day I was born was thought to be a blessing to others. The precious product of love making between soulmates. The gift of God. The glowing innocence of a lifeform. Unfortunately, I wasn’t seen as such things mentioned.

The dark and silent days had started the moment I was birthed into the world of falsehood.

If I was given the choice to live or die then, I would have chosen the second option. No hesitation or doubt.

Why am I still here?