Being ‘she’
-Story (Fiction) “Wake up you lazy-bone!”, my father shouted. It was 3 in the morning. The world was asleep at that moment. But I wasn’t allowed to sleep. I had to work. I had to work in the morning, at noon, at night. I was the unpaid labour of my house. I was disappointed. I was never meant to be here. I was never meant to be born. Nobody wanted me. I was the biggest loss in my father's life. He wanted someone who resembled him. Someone who could continue his generation as he said. I was just a worker, not a family member. I was a pain in arm, heart, mind everything of my father. Days passed, I got older. But that cold feeling of my father was young as a newborn infant. My working hours multiplied. My crying hours multiplied. My hands were numb, had several cuts and were as rough as sandpaper. (Figure for representation only). After few years, a new baby was born in my family. The baby was missing happiness that my father craved for. The baby was the ...
