I live in the D.C. area. I came here in 1991 with another girl. We both came for the same reason. We both left our homes behind and our children. We wanted a better life. I spoke English because my mother's employer was a woman who spoke English and she taught me and sent me to a school where English was spoken. But when I was old enough I taken to the man's room. It was my birthday present for turning 15. He always made sure that the girls had children by him and he made sure I had a child. My son was his eighth child that he recognized. He kept me in his room until I turned 17 and I left to come here.

On the road here, we had to pay our way by having sex with the police. My friend got pregnant that way. After I arrived here I had to work, and I lived with the man who found us work. I had to pay him 50% of my pay and live with him. I had my second child. I heard from a friend who was in this area and I took my baby and came here.

Here I have work and raise my child. She is pregnant. One day I want to go back and see my son that I left behind. He is grown now.