My mom was thirteen when she had me. She was raped at the age of twelve. Life was hard and my mom turned to prostitution to survive. I was her constant reminder of the hurt and evil she had experienced so I was physically and emotionally abused.
The first time I was raped was at the age of twelve. Shortly after this, my mom started sending me to sugar daddies, older men who would pay for me to be their girlfriend. We needed money for rent and food.
I became a prostitute since then, going to different night clubs and doing whatever I wanted. I was in darkness. I did not know anything about God or Jesus or about family or love.
At seventeen I received the chance to be a part of Peace House’s year long rehabilitation program. I met good people, learned how to sew, I found love and they taught me about my value in God’s eyes from the Word.
However, after three months in the program I discovered that I was pregnant. My mother heard of this and advised me to get an abortion. I refused. Because of this, my mother, to my face, rejected me and told me to never call her mother again. After that she left and up to this point I don’t know where she is.
Peace House is my mother, my family and my community. They took care of me, helped me to find shelter, fed me and introduced me to others struggling with similar circumstances. I delivered my baby last month, and Charlotte and Peace House were there. I am thankful that God has given me a community.
