I was absolutely disgusted. The injustice that Trujillo has brought down on our nation. This dictator Rafael Trujillo has been kidnapping, torturing, and assassinating people for far too long. We wanted, and needed to bring an end to this tyranny. ¨We need to do something about this, none of this is right.¨ Patricia said. ¨Some people don't even know what's going on. What will we do?¨ My sisters and I had a long thought-out talk, when I had an idea. So, my sisters and I went to the streets and handed out pamphlets, sharing the horrors that Trujillo has done to so many, in great detail.

The pamphlets talked about how he would abuse and take advantage of many people. I myself was personally affected by Trujillo. We knew that doing this wouldn't make Trujillo or his men happy, but the people needed the truth, and our nation needed a new beginning. ¨This isn't the world I want people to grow up in.¨ I said. However, later that month, my sisters and I were sentenced to three years in prison.

The time that my sisters and I spent in jail really had us thinking. All the time really, there wasn't much to do. It was cold and dark, and all of us were scared. ¨I hope we´ll be okay¨ I thought. It wasn't easy to live in a climate like this. The guards fed us cold sludge that they thought was ´food´. The only thing we could think about while in prison was Trujillo. How much we hated him and how much we wanted him out. ¨Trujillo needs to pay for what he's done. Once we get out of here we are going to get him out of control¨ Patricia said. However, it got boring in prison, not much of a surprise though. I spent those months wasting time just thinking about this awful dictator. Little did I know that soon, the thinking will pay off.

During our time in prison, many people pressured Trujillo to get us out, and for us to keep fighting. Luckily, the pressure mounted enough that Trujillo had to free us early. We were so relieved when we got out, being able to feel the warm breeze, the smell of summer. We were finally home, but our fight wasn't over. Trujillo still has power. He is still doing these horrible things, as if all of our hard work meant nothing. ¨We stop him, now.¨ I said. ¨Even if we die trying.¨

I guess you could say I was right. Not too long after we got out, my sisters and I were assassinated. We died tragically by the henchmen of Trujillo. We never got to finish our fight, but we did leave a message behind. If you truly believe in a cause, then fight for it. Things may be hard, and some things may backfire and put you in jail. The key is to never give up. My sister Dede was the last of us to survive. She never really got involved with our movement as she was too young to do so. Although, she still tells our story, along with other brave women of the world.