That well Her mother pushed her into that well From thrashing and scolding. That were not well she hated her Why? She was a girl and she needed a boy God gives a child No choice her mother didn’t know that. She understood the work of God. One cold morning, she rushed to that well God forgive merecieveme as i am, a girl She prayed And comfortably. She Dived. That well smiled as it swallowed her. A girl.