The reasons are many. 
My parents died during the flood, I stayed with my uncles who have other five mouths to feed and our little village is in the mountains. 
Everyone assured me that becoming a monk is the best choice for me. 
Now, finally, I have a warm place to sleep, they feed me every day and make me study in the city. 
However, it’s not clear to me what it means to meditate, why in the monastery we are only females and why we always have to shave our hair, but they told me that I’ll soon understand it. 
I’m happy with the choice adults to have made for me, I’m fine here and there are other girls like me.