For a Bottle of Milk

The story

When I became a mother at the age of 16, I realized there was no food for the child. My husband’s factory was closed and we had no money left. Our dependent in-laws and the Two of us survived on charity food three times a week. But the baby had to starve most of the time as I did not have any breast milk to feed him. Our neighbor used to work in a city, she convinced my husband to allow me to go with her and she would fix a job for me. Every month I would send the money and after a year I would come back. Since there was no other option so I went with her and she took me to a big city and sold me to a brothel owner. When I realized it was too late. I tried to resist in vain. There I had to entertain 3 to 4 men every night and that was how I got infected with this disease. Once there was a police raid and they sent me to Kolkata because I am a Bengali. I do not know whether I will be able to see my child at all before I die. Kolkata, India