This is a story of a young girl which has really moved me. Let me share it to all of you.
"Dinala ako nung lalaki sa motel. Parang wala siyang pakialam na 16 pa lang ako. Nung una, natakot talaga ako. Akala ko hindi na kakayanin ng katawan ko, sa sobrang sakit ng mga ginawa niya sa 'kin. Nakakapanibago pala sa simula. Pero ngayon, sanay na rin ako dahil dumadami na ang customers ko. Pakiramdam ko ang laki ng nawala sa 'kin nung gabing 'yun."
"Dinala ako nung lalaki sa motel. Parang wala siyang pakialam na 16 pa lang ako. Nung una, natakot talaga ako. Akala ko hindi na kakayanin ng katawan ko, sa sobrang sakit ng mga ginawa niya sa 'kin. Nakakapanibago pala sa simula. Pero ngayon, sanay na rin ako dahil dumadami na ang customers ko. Pakiramdam ko ang laki ng nawala sa 'kin nung gabing 'yun."
This is how it all started. Rosie* was just 16 yrs old when she began working as a prostitute in order to support her studies. She described her first experience with a client like rape, and when it was all over, the guy threw the money in her face. Rosie was forced into this work because her parents had substance abuse problems, as well as gambling issues. One time, her father came home wasted and sexually molested her. He threatened to kill both her and her mother if she were to tell a soul. Instead of seeking help, she began using her body to provide for herself.
"Gusto ko lang sanang makapagtapos at makapagtrabaho ng maayos." To earn for her tuition, she never forgot the advice given to her by an old lady who lived nearby. "Use your body to make living in order to survive."Her customers put her through a lot, but still didn't want to give up on the notion of romantic love. Occasionally, she would hook up with college guys from different schools. One time, she thought a guy was genuinely into her, so she went along with him to his dorm only to find a group of guys waiting for her. He placed something in her drink and she soon felt dizzy. Later, she awoke naked with a bunch of guys laughing, drinking, and doing drugs around her. Other times, customers even resorted to beating her up after sex just because they had nothing to pay her.Despite all this, she wakes up every morning thanking GOD she's still alive and healthy. A simple pleasure that makes her happy to this day is going to a toy store and looking at a doll her father had given her that reminds her of better days. It brings her back to the time when she was young and all she worried about was what game to play next. When a customer compliments her out of the blue and says she's beautiful instead of roughing her up, she feels thankful inside. During those moments, she forgets that she works as a prostitute and feels like a real person. ;'(
"Gusto ko lang sanang makapagtapos at makapagtrabaho ng maayos." To earn for her tuition, she never forgot the advice given to her by an old lady who lived nearby. "Use your body to make living in order to survive."Her customers put her through a lot, but still didn't want to give up on the notion of romantic love. Occasionally, she would hook up with college guys from different schools. One time, she thought a guy was genuinely into her, so she went along with him to his dorm only to find a group of guys waiting for her. He placed something in her drink and she soon felt dizzy. Later, she awoke naked with a bunch of guys laughing, drinking, and doing drugs around her. Other times, customers even resorted to beating her up after sex just because they had nothing to pay her.Despite all this, she wakes up every morning thanking GOD she's still alive and healthy. A simple pleasure that makes her happy to this day is going to a toy store and looking at a doll her father had given her that reminds her of better days. It brings her back to the time when she was young and all she worried about was what game to play next. When a customer compliments her out of the blue and says she's beautiful instead of roughing her up, she feels thankful inside. During those moments, she forgets that she works as a prostitute and feels like a real person. ;'(
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