It was a dream. She looked at the building wistfully on her visits to the city, and wished she could live in a house so large.
She looks at the dilapidated wall splattered with graffiti, and sighs. It took a wrong turn, being conned by a trafficker and inhuman torture inflicted, to realize that it is a cage. Only one window belonged to a caged bird. She longed for the open courtyard in her village home.
The love and freedom in that home, the fresh air in the fields is a dream now. Her family would not take her back.