I didn't want to become a domestic worker. For me, it was a shameful job, the lowest form of work. I wanted to be a teacher, but I had no option. My parents are farmers and I have ten brothers and sisters. I had to earn money to support my parents, so I became a domestic worker. It didn't require any qualifications and it was the easiest way to earn money. But today, I am proud of being a domestic worker. I still look for an old couple to work for, but I am also the leader of the Domestic Worker Union in the Philippines. Let me tell you my story. I started off as a domestic worker in the Philippines. In eight years, I had two employers, neither of whom treated me well. In my first job, I was employed as a nanny, but I ended up doing everything. I not only looked after the children but also did the cooking and cleaning. The food was bad, and of course, my employer didn't provide any social benefits. My second employer was even worse. I had to work long hours with no social benefits and no overtime pay. She was always criticizing me, and nothing was ever right for her. No matter how many times I cleaned the table, it was never clean enough for her. But then the sexual harassment began. My employer's husband forced me to watch pornographic movies with him, making me feel unsafe. So, I quit the job to avoid this kind of abuse. My next job was even worse. I went to the Gulf to look after a child, but the parents owned a cleaning agency. They hired me out as a cleaner, laundry worker, school janitor, and even a bus conductor. They took half of my wages, made...