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YLLANG Montenegro
Posted June 29, 2017 from Philippines

An extensive space, building for all, a place for workers, they call it dorm, rooms, so many rooms in the hall, there are people, most are men wearing uniform.

A house like a box, yes this is my place, one step in the kitchen, one step in the door. Confused, worried, so much question in mind, don’t want to stay, can’t breathe, losing my sight.

Run in the street, can’t feel the cold, face was numb, left the children alone. Blood in the head, face, and legs, need to go back, bring the children home.

Where are the people? Nobody sees me, shouted "help!" with my lungs, but no one hears me. Run and run until I find a space, saw the children in their hiding place.

Will never bring the children in that place again, will never go back in a house with one step door, don’t wanna live with people in uniform will never dream of loving husband anymore.

-Yllang-

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Jill Langhus
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017

Hi Cecille. How are you doing? Thanks for sharing your story:-)

YLLANG Montenegro
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017

Hi Jill, Thank you for asking, I am well, been busy since last month, I have so much story to tell, i just need time to sit and write. <3 How are you? i hope you and you're family are well.

<3

Jill Langhus
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017

You're welcome:) Sounds great:) I'm well, thank you:) Have a great day:)