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I was only 8 years old when I left home.
We grew up very poor in a rural area of Peru, and I was the youngest of nine brothers and sisters. My father lived far away, and my mother was very violent toward me. One day, she hit me very hard, and I decided to leave. My uncle helped me escape to a bigger city, where I worked as a housekeeper for the next 18 years.
The work was very hard, but I didn’t have any other choice. I did what I had to in order to survive.
During this time, I had a beautiful baby boy. I loved him more than anything in the world. He lived with his father’s family — they were well-off and I wasn’t, but I visited him every chance I had. I got a job as a furniture salesperson to make a better life for me and my son, but I never felt like I earned money to give him the life he deserved. It made me sad, but I didn’t give up hope.
Not long after I started working at the furniture store, I met Luis. He was a local businessman, and he was so charming, friendly, and affectionate. He even promised me he’d help me with my son. We fell in love. Six months later, we moved in together. I finally felt as though things were turning around.
That feeling didn’t last.
Luis became very aggressive and violent. He didn’t want me to visit my son, so I started seeing my son less and less, so as not to anger Luis. Even then, he still found reasons to hit me. It broke my heart.
A few years into our relationship, I became pregnant with Luis’ child. One day, Luis didn’t come home so I went looking for him, and caught him with another woman.
Later that night, he found me crying and beat me so violently in the stomach and head that I lost the baby. He told me that he was in charge, and that I shouldn’t have left the house. I spent several days in the hospital.
Afterward, Luis apologized. He paid my hospital bills, begged me to forgive him, and promised me that things would change. I wanted with all my heart to believe him, so I took him back. When things didn’t get any better, our families got involved. They said we needed to get married. I felt like I had no choice.
After we were married, he began to hit me hard on my head instead of my face, so the bruises wouldn’t show. I couldn’t take it any longer. I escaped to the city where my son was living and found a job so I could be near him. Three months later, Luis tracked me down, grabbed me by the throat in the street, and forced me into a taxi with him.
I threatened to call the cops. He told me he’d kill me and no one would ever know. I was terrified. He forced me to let him move into my apartment.
I’d never been more afraid in my life.
I tried to disappear, but Luis found me. He was furious. He took me to a bridge and threatened to throw me off if I ever tried to escape again. I couldn’t get away from him. I didn’t want to die, and I felt like there was no one in the world who would help me.
There is no justice for women, I thought.
I felt dead. I couldn’t eat. I could hardly sleep. One day he came home drunk and hit my head against the concrete wall so hard that I passed out. I still have trouble hearing out of my right ear. A cousin of mine moved in and tried to protect me, but Luis continued to threaten to kill me.
One day, I went to visit a woman who had known me since childhood. She could tell something was wrong. I broke down and told her everything. She helped me with a plan to escape.
I knew if I wanted to live, I had to leave right away. Leaving my son behind was devastating, but I didn’t have a choice.
After a long and dangerous journey, I finally arrived in the United States, where I turned myself in to immigration to plead my case.
At first it was frightening — I had no family, no friends, and I felt all alone in a strange country. But with the help of Tahirih Justice Center, I applied for asylum. It was a difficult process, but Tahirih was there for me every step of the way. The day we received the decision from the court, I was so nervous. I didn’t know what I would do if my application was rejected.
Then the decision came in — asylum granted! I was so happy. Tahirih had become family to me.
Even though it was an incredible moment, I still missed my son terribly. When I fled my home country, he thought I had abandoned him. Thankfully, we were able to talk online, and I told him how much I loved him and why I had to leave. Over time, we rebuilt our relationship. Eventually I worked up the courage to ask him to join me here in the United States. He said yes, and Tahirih helped me figure out how to bring my son to this country.
When we were reunited at the airport, I was so happy I cried.
Today, things are going better than I could ever have imagined. I have a great job at a salon, and I recently got my construction license to build decks in the summer. My son, who shares my love of learning, wants to earn his degree in engineering.
Most importantly, we are together, and we are safe.
I can’t forget what happened to me. It’s part of my life. But I found the courage to save myself, and I want other women who might be in that position to know that there is always reason to hope.
Once, I was like the walking dead. Now, I live a full life, free of violence. I’m so happy to be alive.
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