Life, Love, and Passports

Memoirs of a broken heart

There is hope!

For sale : Humans

Last week I met a survivor, she looked like everyone else, smelled like everyone else but if you looked close enough, paid enough attention, you would notice the sadness around her edges, the tiredness in her eyes.

But that was not the only thing I saw in her eyes, I saw something peculiar, something I did not notice straight away but it became more and more apparent as she shared her life with me…

I saw HOPE!

Hope even after her innocence was taken at age 6, hope even though it took her 20 years to escape,  hope even though she has lost years of her life to abuse, prostitution, pain, heartache, abortions, drugs and sorrow… still I saw a glimmer of hope which began to radiate from her very being as she told stories about her rescue, about her journey to learn English and finally about the journey she is about…

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