“My mother died when I was six month old so my aunt took me with her. I never called her aunt. I called her mother. She raised me like one of hers. They became my family. When I was 11 she fell off roof and died. Then things started to change. Her immediate family started treating me differently and I started feeling unwanted. So I went looking for my father and my brothers. Luckily I found them but I didn’t find my family. Today, I realize blood relations alone doesn’t make a family”
– Pratap Lama, Met him in Basantapur, Kathmandu
