“Underestimate me at your own risk, it’ll be fun;
The game’s always on…”, would invariably, be her silent scream.
They called her disabled, repulsive, dependent and just how wrong they could be.
Severe congenital limb deformities and speech apraxia made her obnoxious.
Mother, ashamed of her existence, broke away, abandoning her and dad.
Dad couldn’t handle the teenage physical changes and placed her in a ‘Home’, subjected to endless tortures.
Books, her only companion, seemed inadequate now.
She ran away with a true friend, a transvestite, who revived her self-love and faith.
“And so, the adventure begins”, she told herself.