It was her 22nd birthday in three days but it didn’t matter this time. Doctors had given up and Rene, her husband, was going to breathe his last breath soon. A void inside her began to rob her off her will to live any longer. She was really angry. How could God be so unreasonable? How?! Rene left two days after her birthday.
Today, while narrating her story to a close colleague, she realized that it had been six years since Rene left and when she got into the trade (for money, for their daughter). She missed Rene, the peaceful village life they led and most of all being called by her real name, April. With her eyes teary and her mind numb, she walked back to her client.
Life had to go on.