I was beaten from the age of four to 12 and enslaved to my father. I always used to think that I was ugly, stupid or even bad and that’s why he hated me so much. He always said if I told anyone about what was happening he would kill me, my sister and my mom. Time passed, he got sick, and my mom moved me and my sister away. He died in November of 2009, but I still feel like he’s around. I’m 16 now and might never be free of what he did to me. The good thing is that through all this I promised to help kids like me. Every time I find out a child dies I feel as if my father were winning, but every time I save a child or baby, I win, life wins… children win.