She looked at them; father, mother and child; laughing and eating together. She could see the sparkle of love in their eyes. Something inside her burned with longing; there was a void deep in her heart that needed to be filled. Amina was orphaned at the age of six. With no relative or family friends, she was forced to live on the streets; hawking cold sachet water to feed herself. But she could barely afford her meals. Here she was standing in front of a fast food’s see- through glass window, observing a family feasting together. She craved for the love of a family. But life as she knew it was cruel. She could remember vividly how she was raped by Uncle Tolu, who promised to give her a family of her own. She had trusted him but he hurt her so much; she couldn’t walk properly for days because the pain was excruciating. She wanted a family, but wasn’t willing to go through another series of pains. She wished her life was different, but she remembered what she read somewhere, “life as we know it doesn’t give us what we wish for”