“I had seven kids, but only four survived. Two passed away before they were born, and one died when she was young. I miss her a lot even now. She used to eat coal, and we didn't know about it. One day, she got a fever, and we tried to treat her at home. When she vomited coal, we realized something was wrong and rushed her to the hospital. We didn't have enough money for her treatment, so we had to sell our only land. Sadly, we couldn't save her. She was just 14 years old then. Now, we are homeless. Your children mean everything to you. We did everything we could to save her. You'll understand when you have your own child. Life can take away your happiness in a moment, and you're left with only memories. There's nothing you can do. I was born poor, still am, and will die poor.”Syani Bote, Chitwan