I was just 14 when I got pregnant, and it was hard for me because I was still so young. When my parents found out I was pregnant they got so mad at me and wanted to send me away to Mexico to have an abortion. All I could do was cry, beg for forgiveness, and promise I would take care of it.
Two months later I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me, and he decided to leave me. The months passed, and I had my son at 15. He was the only thing that kept me going when I was at the point of giving up. Now I’m 17 years old. I don’t go to school, and I don’t have a job, but after all the pain I caused my parents they decided to take care of me and my son. My ex-boyfriend is a part on our son’s life too. Even if we are not together, we found a way to make things work out between us.