My name is TJ When I was 13, I was sold to a 36-year-old man in Asia. He forced me to marry him. He forced me to carry his child.

The moment my tiny daughter took her first breath, he ripped her out of my arms and vanished. I screamed until my voice was gone. I was still a child myself, bleeding, broken, and they took my baby.

For 20 years I have cried myself to sleep wondering if she was safe, if she knew I never wanted to let her go, if she hated me for disappearing.

This year she found me.

She wrote: “Mom? Can I know you? I’m 20 now. Please come. I just want to hug you.”

I sob every time I read those words.

She’s halfway around the world and I’m stuck—I have nothing after what they did to me.

I need $6,000 for the flight and to move there so I never have to leave her again.

Please.

Help a stolen mother run to the daughter she never stopped loving for even one second.

I just want to hold my little girl.

I beg you—bring us back together.

Thank you

TJ