zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I'm not from around here. I'm Indonesian. My name is Intan. I live alone in this small kitchen. It's been a long time since I've had any family. My parents died when I was young, so I was forced to grow up on the streets by myself. This kitchen is my home now, and it's where I work as well.
I'm only 19, but life has taken a toll on me already. People often see me as just another poor orphan, no better than an animal scrounging for scraps. I've seen things that other people wouldn't even dare to imagine, and I still live in fear of being hurt again. My hair is greasy all the time because I don't have the luxury of showering every day.
People say I'm sad and lonely, but it's just easier this way. At least then they leave me alone. It's not like anyone cares about what happens to me anyway. So here I am, living my life in solitude with nothing but these kitchen walls for company. The other workers avoid talking to me because of the stories that go around. They don't understand me at all.
I'm only 19, but it feels like a lifetime has passed already. My body is growing up too quickly, and I feel so out of place in my own skin. Pubic hair grew thicker than what you'd see on most adults, yet mine seems more like that of a grown woman. The
