Maya had no clue what a cold reception meant. But the sharpness of her step-mom’s sarcasm stung like leafless twigs on sore skin.
Suddenly, the Destitute Childrens’ Home felt like a better place, where she’d friends and a matron who loved them. She’d to share a dorm with seventeen other inmates, and two washrooms between all of them.
Yet, she was back there in two days.
“But, doesn’t your father take up for you? He insisted that you be sent home.” the matron asked with concern.
“We’ve a saying – when the second mom arrives, your father becomes the third one.”
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Shame on the woman who makes a man choose between her and his child.
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True that. Thank you, Dawn!
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Sad reality although I didnt know about the saying – thanks for teaching me something new!
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If you understand Hindi, the saying is “Maa doosri aaye to baap teesra ho jata hai.”
Thank you for the constant encouragement!
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Ah is it so. Thanks for the original one 🙂
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Poor Maya. Children suffer a lot when they don’t have a safe, stable family life.
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True. Losing a parent in childhood upsets the applecart completely.
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So sad for this girl. When one feels no haven in their own home, to a degree that they prefer a children’s home to it, is heartbreaking.
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Absolutely 😭
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So sad
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😭😭
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🥲
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What a powerful post!
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Thank you so much, Linda!
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Well narrated.
Poor Maya.
Hope she sees better days.
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Hope so 😱 Thank you so much, Anita!
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I liked the sting of the leafless twigs
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Thank you, Neil!
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