Ira
It's a nice day, sun light is shining brightly outside the window and Sacabani is playing happily inside the hut.
Two years now since they left us.
Sometimes when I am sitting next to the window with Sacrabani, I start to wonder if it was right to let Mum and Dad travel miles and miles away to find Murugan. Think about it, they had been there for almost two years and we didn't hear anything or get any letters from them. As a matter of fact, Selvam and I were living in such harsh conditions in the past two years; We have been able to feed ourselves, and Kenny and Selvam helped stop a lot of the talking about me being a prostitute.
But how about our parents? Are they eating enough? Are Murugan's wife and chidren nice to them? Do the people there welcome them? Is Dad's illness becoming better or worse? Selvam always tells me not to worry so much but I just can't stop thinking about them; I miss them a lot.
I regret sending them away; life would've been good for them if they stayed. I have been praying to God to give them a better time there. They've been working extremely hard but nothing has ever come out of their work. Life was very hard and unfair to them and I hope it got better in these two years.
Everything is going to be alright, I just know it because God can't do that to them again.
By: Cici