Elizabeth (1), 16 years old
My mother was a prostitute who got sick with AIDS. In order to feed us, I had no choice except to do what she used to do to sell my body for money. I was 14 when my mother forced me into the bars to have sex with men. On the first time, she insisted that I had to lay with men, but I refused. She would beat me if I didn’t go. When I saw that there was no way to escape this, I accepted, but I hated it. It was really bad, but I wanted to help my mother.
Later, I got HIV and decided I had to quit prostitution. It was so bad that I was about to commit suicide when I heard about the Ladies of Hope. I came running to escape that filth and follow Jesus. I am still struggling with shame and guilt for what my life was like and I am still angry at my mother for destroying my life.
I still want to learn some skills that will help me to make a living when I leave Homes of Hope.