Growing up in my village, life was never easy. By the time I was sixteen, I found myself pregnant and alone, abandoned by the boy who promised love and mocked by neighbors who whispered about my “shameful” life.
Every day felt like a battle relatives blamed me, friends avoided me, and the world seemed determined to remind me that I was a failure before I had even started. I tried to survive, taking odd jobs and doing whatever I could to feed my baby.…CONTINUE READING
