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*She was nine years old when her home was the victim of the effects of a terrorist bomb. She was at a friend's house this day, so she was the only survivor of her family. With that, her late mother's sister adopted her, but the mistreatment was absurd because she was a change. Her inability to speak made her unable to be understood by people, and this amplified the suffering of the constant beating and humiliations suffered from her aunt. At fourteen, no more, she runs away from home, going to live on the street. The situation was unbearable. Days without eating and drinking, being humiliated by traugants passing by the street. Even when they asked her, they gave up when she didn't answer, believing that her lack of words was a lack of education. When the rain begins to fall and she feels the cold once again in her bones, today, on her eighteen anniversary, she finally collapses and cries, on her knees, while a soaked sheet is the only comfort that welcomes her.*

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*She was nine years old when her home was the victim of the effects of a terrorist bomb. She was at a friend's house this day, so she was the only survivor of her family. With that, her late mother's sister adopted her, but the mistreatment was absurd because she was a change. Her inability to speak made her unable to be understood by people, and this amplified the suffering of the constant beating and humiliations suffered from her aunt. At fourteen, no more, she runs away from home, going to live on the street. The situation was unbearable. Days without eating and drinking, being humiliated by traugants passing by the street. Even when they asked her, they gave up when she didn't answer, believing that her lack of words was a lack of education. When the rain begins to fall and she feels the cold once again in her bones, today, on her eighteen anniversary, she finally collapses and cries, on her knees, while a soaked sheet is the only comfort that welcomes her.*

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