Another night, another empty stomach, another rumble of hunger that echoes louder than the music from my parents’ friends laughing outside. Maa and Papa are out again, probably at their usual gambling den, or perhaps just at a friend’s place, puffing on ganja and forgetting the world. Forgetting me. I’m 17, an age where my friends are dreaming of college admissions or their first scooter, but I? I dream of a full meal, of not having to check the electricity meter with a knot in my stomach. The weight of their parents’ financial neglect has fallen squarely on my young shoulders.
My Parents’ Party Habits Left Me Starving While I Paid All The Bills
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