At Thuckalay, Tamilnadu south India on april 30th, 1985 my mother been given a wrong injection to prep for the child birth by an inexperienced nurse at a very old hospital. It was a very complex situation the baby position was reversed and my mother had to move to different hospital at a critical zero percent life chance scenario. After a very long struggle early morning 6am my life was started. I was like “wow! finally I made it”. I was dark, tiny and very calm. My fathers family were not happy seeing my dark chocolate complexion, I been refused by them from the day I born. My parents were living in a joint family where 3 brothers and family lived together with their mother. I knew ! It’s so many people 3 brothers with their wife and a mother-in-law, my mother had to get up very early morning to cook for the entire family. My mother been forced to do household works immediately after my birth. My parents room is quiet far from the kitchen where my mother spend all her day. I might even cry for an hour as a new born but none of the family members cares to pay a visit to my chamber. Though I been surrounded by people I knew only my mother.

After a long unpleasant fights my parents moved on from the family to rental house. Apart from my family relatives I too had good care takers from the neighbourhood. They tried to play with me but I won’t give them the attention I can’t really see the toys they wave in front of me. My first day school was a very unforgettable memory, I been just waiting for the school to finish so that I can see my mom. I almost felt like a prison at the school. End of the day my mother was waiting to pick me up from the school. I been running so fast from my classroom and rushed to the gate, there I went and hugged mom, yes you guessed it , I guessed someone else mom. I still remember her voice saying ” oh ho! I’m not your mom child, she is just behind me “, my mother noticed this situation and she came closer to me whispering “Jessima! I’m here”. It was very emotional situation that I couldn’t identify my mother. Hmm, my mother couldn’t understand what’s going on with me. Yes ! That’s right, we both cried. Please get a tissue if you cried too. I will see you in my next chapter!