Life Sucks

My Sister said it would be ok, we could earn some money for our family and we could come home to our village in one year. That was four years ago and we’re still here. It’s not ok, I’m always tired and we don’t earn nearly as much money as some girls in the other bars. We owe Mama and that bastard Pai twenty four thousand baht and can’t leave until we have repaid them. They told us they would come to our village and drag us back and make us do worse things.

Some men are nice and they take me out for some food and I translate for them and hold their hand. They have to pay my bar fine so I can go with them, sometimes they pay all week so I don’t have to go back. They always promise to send me money, but only one did when he went back to his home. Some of the other girls fake being pregnant and send them emails and call to them to send them money, but I can’t lie like them.

That guy at table fourteen is sitting by himself and hasn’t bought any girl a drink yet, he keeps looking at me. I will go and sit with him after this dance and see if he will pay my fine, I’m hungry. I hope he doesn’t want to go short time with me, he looks squishy and fat.