I had decided to never have children
When I saw children, I remembered the children of the camp
What kind of mother could I be?
But somehow a child came
I let down my guard, believed in love
Became blind by the idea that hope existed
And I was left alone with a little boy

He looked like his father
I hated this man who had done this to me
Then left me alone with his child
I hated the sight of this boy
I beat him, locked him in the closet
Sometimes I withheld food from him
He was just like the children from the camp
I had my own life to look after
Finally, I gave him up to a Catholic orphanage
I had a right to have my own life