I was 13 years old when I arrived in Belgium to live with my father. Moving to a different country meant changes in all fields of life: different traditions, different culture, different language. In order to go to school, first I had to learn a completely different language. After that I continued to study and get a qualification. Everything went well, I started to feel at home. One day I found out that I was pregnant. I was 16 years old. This was a very hard time at school. I was ill a lot and missed my classes and exams. At the age of 17 I gave birth to my daughter. I will never forget the first moment when I hold her in my arms. I stayed at home to take care of her and didn't go back to school.* When I was 18, I went to the social welfare office to see if me and my daughter could get some financial support, which we got. This made it possible for me to move out and go to live on my own with my little daughter. I've been a single mom for almost 2 years now. It...