You know, she had a cute smile, just like mine.
She could sing and dance—she won the school's first paegentry. She was the pride of our school, her mother and our community.

Well, that was before Damiete's foundation came into the picture. They claimed they were created to lead pretty, talented girls like Sewa to the promised land. Infact, Mr. Damiete picked special interest in her.

Then, all was set and she traveled. When I asked her mother, she wasn't so sure. To Italy or Germany maybe.

I was already a preschool teacher when she returned.
Pretty Sewa had lost her eyes, a limb, her voice and even her smile. She had lost her aura!

I heard she was made to become a worker in Italy. Just that, it wasn't a white collar job. It was the kind of job that allowed her to attend to clients, mostly at night.
I heard she had a client who broke her left leg. 
Whenever she worked, she gave and they still took from her, even more than she could give.

When she could give no more, Damiete's foundation wanted to take her eye. Her pretty eyes could fetch good cash.
And of all they took from her, they did not stop until they took her smile.

I also heard she was lucky to have returned in one piece even though she will never be at peace.

Her mother cried and cursed. We all cursed. We cursed Damiete's foundation and all who took from her. We cursed all who'd ever do these kind of things to the "pretty Sewa's" in our community —in our world!