With her hair and makeup perfectly done, she left her home every morning. At her workplace, she knocked the glass of every car passing by, only to get ridiculed in return. Some trashed her, some mocked her, while some bullied her with their abuses and beastly nudges, but accustomed with the disparity and it being a way of life, she was least affected with the seclusion she got to face everyday. As the night grew darker, gathering all the earnings of the day, she used to rush back to home, because her little daughter would not sleep until she sang her a sweet lullaby. Being a single mother is tough, but it's tougher when you are a "TRANSGENDER"....
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