Photo Credit: “Kay Chernush for the U.S. State Department”
a mother in Mumbai, India, who is looking for her lost daughter.
My monthly post for Exodus Road from the perspective of a mother.
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You have been gone for 365 days. I have watched the seasons pass over the River Neva. The waters are ice-covered again and all around lies in winter drab. This is how my heart feels, dear Anna. We ate a tula gingerbread on your sixteenth birthday.
I stand on the water’s edge at sunset and sunrise and pray that you might return to us. Pray is not the right word, I plead.
You left for me, for Pavel, for Pyotr, for Petya to help us have a better life.
There are whispers on the streets that the people you left with were dishonest. That you may be in great hurt and danger. It’s like the ice cracking across the river through me. You were only trying to bring us hope.
I did not know. I am so sorry I did not know.
Pavel has began telling the story of the Firebird and the Grey Wolf to his brothers as you used to each night. In the end when Prince Ivan regained all he had lost. This is what I plead, that you might regain all you have lost.
If you could read my heart, you would know I would come for you if I knew where you were. I would trade spaces the very second I could. I would give everything to go back and not allow you to board that bus. I hope you are not cold. I hope you are not alone.
So I will continue to plead as the river changes. I will keep telling mothers, to hold their daughters close. No matter how bad it becomes, we cannot let this happen anymore.
Love, Your Matushka
Sometimes a family can lose their daughter to human trafficking under the veil of the promise of work.
Other times family’s find themselves in the position of selling their daughters into slavery. This seems beyond our imaginations.
Read the following story by Laura Parker How Can a Mother Sell Her Child?
Understanding that truth places us in the proximity of making difference.