She is late for the very 1st day of her class. It is her 1st time in a new city filled with opportunities, which she earned through her hard work. She knows that and is proud of it. She is now trying her hardest to make sure she fits in the new environment. As she inspects herself closely in the mirror, she sees her imperfect body and facial structures. She tries to hide her scars and injuries with a mask. But inside it she is still struggling. Even after she tries her best to make sure she is ok and no one knows her secrets.
She finds herself later in the dirty alley of her home. She sees many imperfections, but she can't complain. Cause it is her fate. Her new home. She hates calling it home. Because a home is where the loved ones are. She is not loved there. Rather a victim. She doesn't receive kindness.
Who is she?