I was born in Grenada then went to live in Trinidad at the age of 3, life was good as a kid until my mom left for America I was sent to live with my aunt and her son and that’s when every thing change. I was rape by a family member at the age of 12 I had a baby and to this day don’t know where my child is cause my Aunt gave up my baby and the reason I say baby is because I never seen my baby so I have no idea if my baby was a boy or girl yet after all that I was still being rape by other family members until my mom felt she had to get me out of there. I first went to Canada spent a day, then took a bus to America I arrived in Brooklyn NY on April 1st 1996 I was 15 years old it was cold but I was with my mother and that was all that mattered. As I got older I got angry at my mom cause I felt stuck not able to do normal things like drive, get a real job , go back to school, take a trip every thing was impossible I felt alone, discourage wanting to go back, I felt as if my abuse was still with me but in a different way and once again there was nothing I could do. what I’m about to share is very personal I have 2 kids ages 2 and 7 I love more than life itself my relationship is also abusive and as much as I want to leave I one again feel stuck cause he will have in deported due to the fact he knows my past and I want to be in my kids life so the abuse is easier than losing my kids the choices you are force to make as an undocumented immigrant is sometimes so inhumane that all you can really do is cry.