Suman came to prison with rage in her heart,
and two little boys clinging to her,
confused, scared, and silent.
Anger ruled Suman’s days.
Her children, bruised by neglect,
sick, unbathed, unheard.
She had given up…
on love, on motherhood, on herself.
Until one moment changed everything.
Her elder son obeyed a social worker,
not her.
That shook her.
That hurt.
And that… opened her eyes.
It was the start of something new.
He joined the crèche.
He began to laugh, draw, and learn.
His words softened.
His pain began to fade.
She watched.
And slowly, she followed.
Literacy classes.
Skills training.
Parenting sessions.
She learned. She listened. She grew.
Her hands, once harsh, now gentle.
Her voice, once sharp, now nurturing.
Her children began to smile again.
In a place meant for punishment,
they found healing.
They found family.
Because when a mother chooses change,
her children finally get to live their childhood.
