“I was 20, homeless, and spiraling out of control. I never imagined myself as ‘that girl’ who got pregnant. I’d known the father for a month and had no clear future ahead of me. ‘I’m so sorry I could not be ready for you,’ I kept telling my son. 48 hours. That is how long he was ours. I wanted this stranger in my stomach to have a chance at life.”
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