Chapter 32 Help

• Marrisa Bonifacio
• It's been three months, three fucking months of tears, pain, and agony. I was framed. I had nobody and my baby has been struggling to survive in this prison.
• Every fucking day I was made to do different hard jobs, washing the toilet, cutting hard grasses, pushing waste bins, no care no attention from any loved ones I'm tired and sick of this kind of life, this is not the life I want for my baby especially not in this kind of environment