I know a girl's story but we never talked

I know a girl who longs for her mother, who always told herself that if her mother was alive things would be better.
But what if, what if her mother was a drunkard? what if she would've been abusive?  what if she would show no love? what if she bathed her and applied make-up on her face only to give her to some men? what if then her mothers love was a trade-off thing, 'you agree to go out with these men and I will take care of you, love you', what if that was the only time she said "you are beautiful" and the daughter wouldn't want to hear it because she knows its not her inner beauty that is described, when it is her cookie that is prescribed to other men?
I know a girl who has that kind of a mother, who longs for growth to come out of the situation, but when she matures, what good values would she have learn't? who would have taught her? how would she handle womanhood when her childhood was hijacked? when she lost her innocence? when she wonders who will give her love, who will she give her love to completely without thinking that this person wants something in return? how will she learn when she doesn't know self love? how will she forgive when no forgiveness was asked for to begin with?
I know a girl who wished she never met her mother, a girl who feels that a stranger would've done a better job. A girl who wishes she was aborted because she is deserted.

A tough girl she will grow to be, her strength will be built on rage and mistrust. Her life will be built on conrete, no one will ever pass over it, to even save her from herself.
There is a girl out there, like this one, you know her just never met her. You have passed her on the streets and never noticed. I know a girl's story but we never talked, just observed.