Directions: Read the following passage and answer the question.
If you're a girl in Heaven, you don't get out much. When we leave, it's to go to the post office to fill out the deposit forms for our mothers' government-scheme bank accounts, or to the market where we've been sent for onions or tomatoes.
Makes it hard to remember that there is a world out there that is not the same as ours.
Joy goes out even less than the rest of us. When she leaves the muddy paths of Heaven, she leaves more than just tin roofs and hospital sludge. She leaves a fortress, a kingdom she built herself. Subject by subject, brick by brick.
Last year, when the health worker put Joy on the scale and told her she was underweight (just like the rest of us), Selvi Aunty took her to the hospital to get the iron pills the government is distributing to adolescent girls.
When the nurse asked for Joy's paperwork, Selvi Aunty handed over her birth certificate.
"Beti, I think you brought the wrong one," the nurse said. Purple lab coat over a red-checkered sari. North Indian convent-school voice coated with the congratulations she must get for helping backward women, starving girls.
"This looks like it's for your son. Do you have a child named Anand?"
"That's right," Selvi Aunty said. Joy sat straight backed and stone-faced, a granite statuette.
"This is Anand. He's Joy now."
"This is Anand?" the nurse asked.
"Yes," Selvi Aunty said. "We were reborn. As Christians. Anand has become Joy."
"Really, you people will stop at nothing for government hand-outs," the nurse said.
"What do you mean?" Selvi Aunty asked. Joy, though, pressed the balls of her feet into the ground, readying herself to leave.
"Like you don't know," the nurse said. "This scheme is for girls! The lengths you'll go to for some extra rations. Really. Get a job."
"I have a job," Selvi Aunty said. "Four jobs at four different houses. And Joy is a girl. But anyway, what does it matter? She's underweight. The health worker said so. What's that word? Malnourished."
"I can't help you," the nurse said, waving her off. "Take your son elsewhere. And put some proper clothes on him."
Joy stood up then. Regally declared, "Come on, Amma. Don't bother with this woman."
But Selvi Aunty wasn't done yet. She leaned across the table and stared into the nurse's eyes like a cobra hypnotizing its prey.
"Not my son," she said quietly. "My daughter. Who is ten times the woman you will ever be."
Q. Based on the information set out in the passage, which of the following is most accurate?