The price for a woman’s freedom are very high.
When you feel like the whole world doesn’t see you, or even cares about your story.
Except for the street dog which sees you as the pure living spirit you are. No judgement. Not even looks away because it can feel uncomfortable.
Every day when She came to her spot, he showed up. The rough Street dog knew she that She always had a small plastic bag of dog treats in her fake Gucci handbag.
When a customer acted in a threatening way towards her, the stray chased the threat away.
When She jumped into a customers car, waited the Stray until She returned.
She wants a “normal “ life , however, as long as we doesn’t see her as someone’s daughter. She will never really be free.
Hope please come back to me!