 Every early morning, there is a bang on the door. I know obedience means survival. Sometimes I feel sick and exhausted. I try not to cause problems, not to be beaten. We were with Dan, other girls, thrown in a dark barn. If I don't go, how will my family live? I want to run, but they have my passports. We have always worked for them. We will always have to repay them. All I wanted is someone who would tell me that I love you and that you're beautiful. They rescued me from hell. When I escaped, I had nothing. I never dreamed there would be people who gave me shelter. They are kind to me. The wounds and scars are healing. Today, I dare to speak up. I feel proud and people treat me with respect. My master was handcuffed and driven away to jail by the police. I felt relieved. It was not my fault. Now I know. Time has helped soften the pain. I have another chance. I learned that what people are telling you, even the bad things, whatever people are telling you, that doesn't define who you are. It's who you want to be that defines who you really are.