years were the hardest of my life and I am not going to make them sound noble. Two jobs. Community college, which took me five years instead of two. Awake until two most nights at a kitchen table and asleep only when my body took the decision out of my hands. There were months I genuinely did not know how we were going to manage, and there was one winter I would rather not write down. And every single time I looked at that boy I found another reason. He
Mis padres me echaron de casa a los diecinueve años porque me negué a interrumpir mi embarazo. Diez años después, regresé en coche con mi hijo, llamé a la misma puerta y, por fin, les conté quién era su padre.
