Oh this bathroom is bad, cut the bathroom.

Here's the bedroom.

This isn't a bed, it's really just a chest of drawers.

We improvised and put the mattress on top.

Everyone sleeps piled up here.

Here's the most recent baby of the house.

TV. Fan.

I moved here after I split from their father.

He beat me and I got so hurt, I had to get out of there.

And there was no other way to survive, so I stayed here.

She is my eldest and she took care of the kids so I could work.

We had to survive somehow.

After a while, we all had to go to the garbage.

There was no one to leave them with, so I brought them with me.

I moved in with their father when I was twelve.

I'm proud of my work...

because at least I'm not involved with the drug traffic...

or prostituting myself, like a lot of pretty girls around here do.

They could be trying to achieve something in life, but no.

They prefer to throw themselves out there onto the street...