“For sale.” My parents had died, and my uncle was eager to be rid of me. When he tried to sell me, he went to jail and I went to an orphanage. Days blurred together until a foreigner came. He saw me, came over, and handed me a card. “Here is my card and number. If you ever need help, call me.” It seemed precious, so I memorized every line before the workers took it away.

Later, when my uncle was released, they sent me home. That same day I was sold to a boss in another province. He controlled everything. I was totally cut off. When I tried to escape, he beat me badly. I hurt so much… but God sent a comforting dream. I could see the foreigner from 5 years before; clearly remember his number. When I awoke, my boss was away for 2 days. That was my chance! I found a phone and called the man. He remembered me and told me how to come to him. A bus ride took me from my nightmare life to safety.

After years of sadness and pain, I finally knew what “home” meant. My hard days of work became days of enjoyable study in a vocation I loved. I wouldn’t be sold again, because my Heavenly Father says I’m priceless.