Tears flow down her swollen eye. She lives in a world of suffering and pain. Her mother’s tea might fix her sullen face but never repair the damage her eyes has seen. Her face marked her years of agony. Just yesterday she was dancing to her favorite song. Now their nothing left but her and her broken soul. She’s faithless with herself. Nevertheless she has hope that someday she will get out of this mess but for now she has let God do his job as she lays on the cold concrete of the Addis’s streets.



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