My name is Maria Ovoalos…
When I was a little girl I asked my father about Ms. Sanchez and why she had lost the blood that was suppose to help fuel her to live. I can never forget the answer that he gave me at that time because it was one of those messages that parents give their children and they carry it with them for the rest of their lives.
"Marie," He said to me, "The world has many good things in it, but the evil in the world often tries to overpower it. Evil will always try to overpower good, but we must help good triumph."
I never really understood what he meant and when he first told me this I didn’t question him about it because he had this pained look in his eyes that told me that if I were to question him about it then it would make tears fall from his eyes.
At the time, I didn’t know that his message would be explained to me with experiences that I endured throughout my life.
When I was fourteen years old I lost my father, but not to the devil, whose man’s tormentor after life, but instead to a group of bandits that live on Earth to torture the weak, intimate the pure, and to repress the brave.
I was abducted from my home and separated from my family for longer than time should allow. I give credit to my survival to the Lord and his ability to give me the courage to stay strong in a setting where I should have perished and given in to the evils that taunted me.
I want the world to know what I endured and how I struggled to survive. And so, despite being fluent in Spanish, I will translate this story into English for all to read.
My name is Maria Ovoalos and this is my story.
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