Prayer

I saw them. Sitting together.  Just like the olden times. He would help her to stand up and would only sit after making sure she is comfortably seated. They were honestly average looking individuals but together they just looked so beautiful. It might be due to the magic of love. 52 years together. Mr. Alex Thomas & Mrs. Rosy Alex. A charming banker and a very strict math teacher. That's who they were. A wonderful and ideal couple. They were also really great parents. For my sister and for my brother. They would support them in their studies, extra circular activities and be present in their lives. But they kind of stopped all of that when it came to me. I am the youngest out of the lot. And usually, shouldn't the younger ones get more attention? But I kind of stopped it getting it when I hit puberty. When I realized, I did not want to live in this male body that I was born with. I was a girl from within. And that is what I wished for. I knew God would love me no matter who I was. But my parents. They got devoid of love. They abandoned me completely and that broke my heart. It broke so badly that even I lost my morals. It broke so badly, that I took the only path I had for survival. To live like who I wanted. And for that I had to trade my body. Myself. My soul. Maybe that's why I come once a month to this church. To see them from afar. To see my parents together, praying for their dead son. Praying for me, a sex worker who is thirsty for their love. While I pray that one day God answers my prayer.