 I was 16 when I went to work in the capital as a child minder. After two months, Fatima, my employer, told me she was moving to Ireland and asked me if I could go with them. I was excited it was my first time going to get them. Fatima helped me to get my first passport, but when I saw it, I noticed that it was Fatima's new and last name, Mr. Goldmine. She said it was normal and it would be easier to get through the airport that way. When we arrived, Fatima helped me at the airport because I didn't speak any English. She spoke with the immigration officers for a few minutes, and I brought my first stamp on my passport. Fatima kept my passport to keep itself. We drove for hours to our new house. Fatima asked me to take care of the kids, cook and clean the house. And she said I would start school after a few weeks, but that didn't happen. I was working seven days a week and wasn't allowed to leave the house alone. When I asked to go home, I was told I couldn't. Fatima's husband scared me a little. He seemed angry all the time. One day, I managed to escape. With some assistance, I was able to go back home to live with my mom and with some equipment to open a small snack shop. I'm saving money to move to my own place and hope I can finish school one day.