The love of a mother knows no bounds, even so, willing to cradle another life at the expense of her or any other. To nurture, to care, and to offer all that she has, is but scratching the surface of what it means to a life's bearer. A mother in spirit Melicia was much the same from the day she picked up her first straw doll.
Eldest of three, she took the role of their mother the very day her father left his girls by a brothel. Huddled up in heavy rain, she sheltered her children under a wood carton. For days she kept her arms upheld to prevent her daughters from getting wet. The skies, however, cared not for the child's sorrow, as nature wasn't cruel but indifferent to their suffering.
"What's there?" At the height of the flood, a man stood blocking the lighting illuminating the gap between the brothel and another building.