A girl named Cherry... Lived in Delhi.... Her age was eighteen.... And beauty was more than anything... But no one used to talk to her ... She not even had any friend of hers... Just because she was a daughter of a sex worker.... Everyone used to insult her .... But no one treats her as if she is also a girl.... Each boy used to harass her... There was no boy left who passes by without touching her.... One day her mother commited suicide of her own... With a thought of that after this her daughter will live happily alone.... But how can Cherry be merry, after the death of her only loving one.... And the only person who treated her as if she's a girl not a toy to be sell... And was the only reason for her to live in this hell... One day she can't hold the pain of hers And she said "Why a girl can't be respected if she's a daughter of a sex worker." She also said "My mother was also not merry to do the work but she did to give me the life better than hers." After that the people realised their mistake.... And apologised to Cherry and her late mother for their pain.... But one thing I want to say at last" The people cannot realise until someone has not passed." #yourquotebaba #yourquotediary #aestheticthoughts #sexworker #pain #sacrifice #mother #society
