When Mrs. C. went to another country she also had people working with them. There was a guy who used to drive Mrs. C. to the docks. He knew what was going on and he asked me, "Is this man sleeping with you girls?" At that time I didn't trust anyone. I felt afraid and I also wanted to speak to someone. I didn't have any of my family members to turn to. It all started when he said to me, "I know a lot about you girls." My eyes were full of tears. Then I knew. That little silence was no longer a secret.

Then we sat in that field. I looked straight at him and asked him, "If I tell you the truth will you help me?" He replied, "Yes."When I began to tell him, he promised to stay quiet. After three years we became good friends and started going out. I trusted him. He was my only friend. We spoke about everything and anything.

I felt he knew my whole life and I believed that I was safe. Little did I know.

I then ran away with Mister Right. Everything seemed good. But everything was too good to be true. At the age of 13 we were living together. I could not speak or comb my hair the way I wanted. I was not allowed to wear the clothes I liked anymore. When we went places I could not look at anybody. He got angry.

Sometimes in life you may need a shoulder to lean on. Always skip the first one.

I had no nothing, not even a job. Mister Right bought me lots of clothes, and food. No money. I was happy for some time until I got pregnant. Mister Right walked away. I never, never saw or heard anything about him. I gave birth in November. Mr. Right married another woman in December.