Three girls, obviously not sisters nor daughters of the owner, work at the Hidden Forest Hotel in Gangtok India: Rada, O’pache, and Monisha.
One is tiny and acts a like a CEO the other is tall and moves like an athlete, the third is a straight up beauty.
How old are they?
K-Song, the owner, says they are 19 or 20.
This is so obviously a lie (at most the oldest is sixteen) you almost laugh hearing it, though you know K-Song must say this since legally these girls should all be in school rather than serving you breakfast and dinner, making up your room and doing the rest of what they do as the staff and employees of this hotel.
By all appearances, they look to be in a protected place where they are looked after, eat well, are treated decently, often singing or dancing or even laughing at my lame jokes when they serve me a meal.
But they will never “move up,” whatever that means at the top of a mountain and at the bottom, or almost the bottom, of the world’s socioeconomic scale.