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The Story of Cecille

At an early age, my parents separated and the streets became my home. My mother was unable to send us to school and instead made our way through scavenging.

 

I used to steal spices at the local market and used the money to buy rugby. Thanks to my acquaintances at the market, I learned to sniff rugby and later on to smoke “shabu” at a very young age. At 15 years old, my friend introduced me to prostitution. As a prostitute, I used to undergo the weekly hygiene check-up. After working for few months in the flesh trade, I learned that I was pregnant with my first child. When I gave birth, I sold my child to an interested couple for one thousand five hundred pesos and they also paid for the hospital bills. When I left the hospital with the one thousand five hundred that day, I went out to smoke “shabu.” On the same day, I was nabbed for drug use and I was jailed for a year. My friends later told me that my child died of high fever. After my release from jail, I went back to prostitution and had a regular client. He became the father of my second child. When I told him that I was pregnant, he refused to see me again and replaced me with my best friend.

 

I remember that when I was still 10 years old, I used to visit the Drop-in Center of the Oblate Sisters but I did not decide to stay with them at that time. Even when I was still working as a prostitute, I still visited the center as they were always there to help me. When I was pregnant with my second child, I could no longer take in customers, thus I became a pimp for my friends and peers. When I was about to give birth, I stayed in the drop-in but I was transferred to the “residential center” because of a fire that broke out around the vicinity of the drop-in. The sisters had to ensure my safety because the fire was too near and they were afraid that the center might get burned down too. At that time, I never really planned to stay with the sisters for a longer time. At first, I kept on asking the Sisters when I would go back to the drop-in center but later on I got used to the life in the center in the company of the other unwed mothers who also worked in the trade like me. When I gave birth, the Sisters assisted my baby and me. We stayed in the hospital longer because my baby and I were infected with syphilis. The sisters took pains at night in administering our medicines. They were my source of comfort during my ordeal in the hospital.

 

With the help of the Sisters, my life changed after the birth of my second child. They taught me how to care for my son and save money for my son’s future. I learned to restrain myself to go back to my vices for the sake of my son. I also learned how to keep my money and learned how to scrimp and budget.

 

When I was a child, I could not remember if I ever went to church. It was only when I stayed with the Sisters when I was introduced to God. Thanks to the help of the Sisters, I am now working in a family who also took my child and me in their home. It has been 7 years now since I left prostitution and still counting. At present, my son is already in school and I hope to see him live a better future. By the way, my name is Cecille and this is my story.When I was a child, I could not remember if I ever went to church. It was only when I stayed with the Sisters when I was introduced to God. Thanks to the help of the Sisters, I am now working in a family who also took my child and me in their home. It has been 7 years now since I left prostitution and still counting. At present, my son is already in school and I hope to see him live a better future. By the way, my name is Cecille and this is my story.