The Last Child

The neglected one.
The abused one.
The cursed one.
The good-for-nothing one.
Yet she lived.
"Why did you make me, Mother?"
"You were nothing but an accident."
The unwanted child.
Yet she lived.
There are cars in the driveway.
There are sarees in the cupboard.
"You may use one."
Yet she lived.
Then there was God.
There was divine intervention.
So she lived.
Still she lives.
"Life is precious," He said.