“The most painful part is that my sister is getting married in two months and I am not a part of it.”

“I want to be a social worker at all cost. To help girls.”

“Yes, I have overcome, but sometimes I am still frightened.”

“I started to write a book. It’s about two girls. One of the girl’s father beats her. It’s a difficult story.”

“The beatings and violence didn’t bother me any more. I got used to them. I just wanted my freedom.”

“Again and again I tried to kill myself and then I ran away. That was my life.”

“I sat and spoke to the ocean. It doesn’t answer, but it hears.”

“I had two friends, like sisters. One was murdered and the other committed suicide.”

“There just wasn’t enough love at home for four children. Maybe for two, but not four.”

“A stone falls. I look back and jump. Maybe it’s him!”

“I would do anything he wanted for a ‘fix’. I was a slave.”

“My mother taught me how to smoke before she left home. I was 10.”

“Do you love your daughter?” “Of course!” I answered, “what kind of a question is that?” “It is not trivial” she stated.

“I was also anorexic but no one would admit it.”