When I was 11 years old, I went to the doctor for a check-up and my whole world stopped. In that one moment, the family I had spent six months becoming a part of decided against adoption. I was removed from my biological mother at just six months, and this was the closest I had ever been to joining a family.
One week before a judge made me somebody’s daughter, my almost-parents decided that they did not want “a kid with a baby.”
“You’re pregnant!”
“What were you thinking?”
“There are consequences for your actions.”
“You can’t stay here.”
When I was 12 years old, I gave birth to my incredible daughter, Seana. I ended up in a series of group homes, involved with juvenile justice, and lost my parental rights before I even had the chance to rock her to sleep.
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