I was a missing Indigenous girl who beat the odds. Now I’m a journalist and I won’t shut up about a genocidal crisis happening in Canada.
I spent my childhood in and out of foster homes. It was a cold and lonely system.
At age 12 I ran away from a group home with two other girls. It was freedom, or so I thought. I don’t even remember exactly how many days I was missing for. Each day blurred into the next.
At one point two men in their late 20s held me hostage at a downtown apartment in Edmonton, Alberta, where they raped me several times.