My name is Marisol Garcia Bejarano. I was born in Tijuana, my life as a child it was very lonely, very sad. I came from a poor family, so I had been working since I was a kid.
I was around 13 years old, I just was happy that I was getting in to the United States. But I never thought my dream was gonna become a nightmare. I had no clothes and I had bruises on my arms and my face and my legs. I just know I had been raped and beat up. I said, you know what, just let me go and I will not let anybody know what’s happened to me, just let me go. He said no you are my woman, I already paid for you. In that moment he pushed me back and raped me once again.
I went to prison because of him and I went to pay a crime that I didn’t commit. That’s my favourite part of my life, my favourite. Because that was my freedom.
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