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Wounds

On a hazy day, a girl named Atishu(A-ty-shu) was born. Atishu was born in the country, her parents owned a nice farm in the country side with chickens, cows, sheep and a dog. Her parents grew rice and flour, that's how her parents had lived there entire lives. But, when Atishu was born, they decided to do what's best for her, they sent her to the city with a major that her parents trusted very much.

In the city, Atishu was raised in a small studio apartment, where the water was ice cold and the floor was filled with different kinds of stains. The major could've placed her in a more comfortable place, but the truth was that the major was jealous, that he didn't have a child, 6 anniversaries had past, and still no child? Atishu's
Parents were married 2 years ago and they had a child! The major wanted to kill her, but no! Not yet! He said to himself every time.

Living with a maid was hard. Her maid as very strict, she was not allowed to go to school, play outside or even eat thrice a day! There were villains all around her. The major was going powerful everyday! Everyday day, he would receive letters from Atishu's parents, everyday day he'd write back, demanding more money! So much that Atishu's parents grew poorer and poorer, until one day, Atishu's mom got I'll. Atishu's father worked twice as hard, but he couldn't raise enough money for the cure, so Atishu's father had to watch his beloved wife die!

Atishu heard about her mother's death, it was her 12th birthday then! Exact date, exact time! She thought her parents didn't care for her, they didn't write to her or come to visit her, but they wrote everyday, and they even came to visit twice an year, but the major wouldn't let them... Soon after her mother's death, her father died too! Anger filled her! Soon that turned into tears, she broke down crying, her hand scraping against her bedroom wall... This was the first time that the maid ever saw her in light, the maid began to pity and love her, she hugged Atishu hard.

Life just fill us with wounds,
And lies us down in tombs...