I still lived with my parents, had very little money, and was terrified of what the future might hold.
When I told them I was pregnant, everything changed.
My mother burst into tears.
My father became furious.
« Who is responsible for this? » he demanded.
I refused to reveal the father’s identity.
It was the one thing I wouldn’t let them control.
For days, our house was filled with arguments.
My father reminded me constantly that I had no permanent job, no savings, and nowhere else to live.
He insisted that raising a child at my age would ruin my future.
But whenever he mentioned adoption, I gave the same answer.
« I’m keeping my baby. »
Then something unexpected happened.
My parents began treating me differently.
Mom started accompanying me to prenatal appointments.
Dad stopped arguing whenever I mentioned the baby.
One evening, they invited me to sit with them at the kitchen table.
