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Henna
Henna
My son was born four days ago, and he means everything in the world to me. I’m glad he’s a boy, because life is easier for boys.

“I’m glad he’s a boy.”


Name:
Henna
Age: 21

I left my family when I was 16. I’d had enough. My father was away working in different jobs most of the time, and my mother only cared about my brother and wouldn’t let me have any friends of my own. So I left home and joined up with some other girls. Life on the street has taught me that I’m a survivor, I’ve worked and I’ve managed to look after myself.

They can’t buy my soul, and they can’t buy my heart.

I’ve cheated people sometimes, some man maybe who has wanted to take me out. Then I might say: “OK, but just give me a little money first so I can go to the shop over there and buy something to eat.” But then I’d choose a shop with two exits. Some people think they can buy anything if they’ve got money, but it’s not true. They can’t buy my soul, and they can’t buy my heart.