A Story Of My Childhood Is Now Real Life

Back when I was young in Colombia I was told the story of four men who came to our house and killed my parents and took me with them. I had to work in the kitchen with the women. Some of the women had to sleep with the men. One night a woman took me with her to a market and that's how I was freed.

But I do not have those memories I was too young. It has been a story all my life.

I am now hearing about men who came to kill and steal children. How can that be? How can this happen? It is not a story, not a lie. I have spoken to men that have been there, to women too. these children need to be freed, and the men who killed and stole them must not be free.