Over a plate of spicy papaya salad, our sweat and tears intermingled. Sitting in the dark corner of a red-light district
A Bridge to Freedom: How Education Supports the Recovery of Survivors
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Over a plate of spicy papaya salad, our sweat and tears intermingled. Sitting in the dark corner of a red-light district
“Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
My girl, she ran. A wounded woman-child, more afraid of being loved than used, ran from the light and tried to find her own way in the dark.