My parents abandoned me the moment I told them I was pregnant at sixteen. One minute I had a home—strict, cold, but still a home—and the next I was standing on the front porch with a small backpack and nowhere to go. I felt like the whole world had turned its back on me.
I was still just a child myself, scared and lost, trying to figure out how to survive each day. By the eighth month, my body felt exhausted. I remember waking up one morning to a sharp pain and warm bl00d running down my legs.Continue reading…
