I was 17 when I welcomed my twins.
At that age, I was broke, exhausted, barely getting through each day, and still clinging to school as an honor student as if it were the one thing that might save me.
My parents didn’t see it that way.
They said I’d ruined everything. They told me I was on my own. Within days, I didn’t have any help or a place to stay.
My parents didn’t see it that way.
By November 1998, I was juggling classes, two newborns, and whatever work I could find. My children’s father had asked me to abort, so he wasn’t in the picture. Most nights, I worked the late shift at the university library.