laughter through those tough times

Sold
Sold
Sold into prostitution where life would never be the same. And those dreams you had will never come true. Where you will be trafficked until you aren’t worth it anymore. Until you get a disease or die.  And until your family has forgotten all about you. It’s where happiness was taken away. Where you just feel death is better than this.

And that’s what’s happening to Lakshmi when she was sold by her step father.  Sold! In the book sold by Patricia McCormick.  There are many things I would have loved to write about this book. I could have wrote something big from every paragraph she wrote because she picks such a deep and sophisticated topic that it all makes me learn life some more. And this just stood out.

“How they can eat and laugh and carry on as normal when soon the men will come  is so perplexing that, while they laugh, I fight back tears,”

I didn’t understand why trafficked women from the book will ever learn to laugh again. And act as if things are normal. Nothing is normal. That sure is true. But still these women pretend. They dream as if nothing happens during the night. Like if they are not in that place. As if they have never been touched by a men.

And while those women pretend to have a normal life, Lakshmi can’t get over that she’s trafficked. That this sweet place is not anything sweet just filth of men.  And full of people that she doesn’t understand.

But this book showed me that even though everything is a misery. If everything is hell. There’s still the option of pretending. Because nobody could live without some happiness in life. Nobody could go through this without some friends. Nobody could make it  without some hope.

And this reminds me of another book. I don’t remember its title or anything about it. But this one thing just stayed with me. That even homeless people living in poverty have happiness. They laugh with friends and talk to other people. They need happiness to go on throw this horrible time of life that would hopefully change.

Some women hope to have children because that’s the only happiness in that misery. The kids that would make women go on through this every night.  The women who would do anything for their child. And I guess that this women just want a better future for their children and not for themselves. Because a mother loves her children more than she could say.

And just family or friends make a little laughter go back in life and make you and me go on threw the tough times and fight threw them. Because without pretending we are nothing. In our dreams we are our own queens and kings. But in that place, in that trouble, wrong people see us as nothing.  When truly we are everything.