Here
I am, lying on a thin bed on a white-colored and small room in the one and the
only health center in this village, powerless. My body feels having no bone at
all. I don’t even know whose blood which flows on my body through a
transfusion. I just remember that I needed to wait for a long time for getting
a help from a person. I cried and screamed so loud, but no one came helping me.
Yeah, maybe what many people say is right, no one cares to you unless you’re
pretty or dying. But see,
