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My parents did manual labor. My father worked in the Forest office, and made less than $2.00 a day, and we struggled. As time went on, my father contracted Tuberculosis and passed away when I was 3 years old. My mother was dumbfounded by my father’s death and became so weak day by day. To survive, my mother became a beggar, and went door to door begging for over a year, carrying me over her shoulder. The situation was getting worse, and we didn’t have enough to eat. One morning, my mother told her mother to watch me, for her to go to the market to get something.
I am Tanu. My father was an alcoholic. He physically abused my mother. When I was 2 years old, my father poured kerosene into my mother’s eyes and lit a fire. My mother grabbed me and ran. But fire burned her, and she died. My left leg and other body parts were burned and have deformities with my right leg. I was in the hospital fighting for my life.