The jefe of the maras thought I was pretty. He wanted me to be his wife, but I was already married. I didn’t like him. He was scary and always sent his soldados to our house to check on me. My husband said, “If we stay in El Salvador, they are going to steal you and kill me.” So we took the nenas, even though they’re still babies, and came here.
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