I was 16 years old when I birthed my daughter, who is now 12 soon to be 13 next month. I met her father when I was 15. I’d just moved back to my hometown, starting my sophomore year in high school. I was devastated. Before moving back home, I’d finally seen a glimpse of myself away from everything I knew while living in the big city of Dallas, TX. Like the caged bird never knowing what it was like to be free, I’d finally experienced that freedom. I was with my favorite aunt, had the cutest boyfriend (my Biscuit) and everything for me was just right… so I felt in my teenage eyes. So one summer when our home was broken into, it gave my mom the opportunity to finally go back to her safehaven… our hometown. I was devastated. Little did I know, my mom hated the city and was praying for a way to get back home. I could image her thoughts after she’d moved, asking herself why did she make this decision. We moved during my 8th grade year and although the transition was drastic, for some ...
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