ONE like Us.
He was a tiny baby, so tiny that you could easily miss him. Though you could miss seeing him, you couldn’t miss hearing the sound of his loud shrill cry. Pedestrians heard his cries but when they tried to look out for any baby, they couldn’t find any. The only person who knew exactly where he was was the street prostitute. Everyone knew her occupation, even the little children. She was the proud type so whatever anyone said to or about her never got to her; life had given her no other choice. When her mother died, she was only 13 and had no known relative all she had was the house she had lived in with her mother, some clothes and some food stuff. At that age, she had to learn to take care of herself. A friend of hers introduced her to the trade and it had been her line of business since then till this baby. She had learnt the ropes of the business and was always meticulous with prevention of everything, especially children; they had to be no mistakes. Speaking of mi...