"The growing tumour took away my daughter's childhood, her innocence, and our happiness. I don't remember the last time we laughed together. The pain has become her partner, staying with her day and night. For her, this is everyday life as she has grown up suffering." Bigni Devi, mother.
She was born with a small pimple-like thing on her forehead. But as she grew, it grew bigger. It has grown so big that it covered almost her forehead and eye on the left side. It is falling over her eye, making it difficult to open her eye.
"Who will marry my daughter? What is her future? I am so worried that I can't sleep at night. Her tumour has grown so big that she can't see. As I touch her body, it's hot like boiling water. She ran a fever for successive days.
I wander everywhere to gather money for my daughter, but no one helps me. I feel pathetic." Dharmender, father
Mridul's mother and father work as labourers at a brick kiln. They came from Bihar in search of work to afford three meals a day. But even after baking bricks all day, they sleep on an empty stomach at times. They borrowed money for Mridul's treatment but could never pay it back. Now they are buried under the financial burden with no permanent roof over their head.
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