“One day he came home and was extremely nice to me. Then he told me he had decided to leave me for another woman. He said he was willing to give me anything I wanted but all he wanted of her was to get out of his life. He said it was up to her if she wanted the children to remain with her or him. I told him I wanted nothing of him.
He divorced me and I came to my parent’s house. Parent’s--- I call it so because it was no more my own house. My mother understood my situation. She cried for me and she consoled me every time I cried. But my father was now a different man. He was convinced that I was the one responsible for my divorce. He scolded me all the time and kept on reminding me what an unwanted, hellish human I was. I still bore all the misery but one day, it so happened, my father told my mother that he intended me to get married to another man. This time it was an old widower almost three times my age.

I rebelled against my father decision and he became furious. That one week was no less than hell for me. But in the end what happened was something I never expected. My own father asked me to leave the house if I would not yield to his wish. I had to leave the house. My mother cried for me. And I cried for myself too.
My mother took me to an orphanage, where I was admitted the same day. It was such a different feeling being in the orphanage the first night.”