I had her at 18.
My parents had money, polished manners, and a deep love of appearances. When I got pregnant, they looked at me like I had dragged dirt into a museum.
That was the last night I lived in their house.
My mother said, « You ruined your life. »
My father said, « You will not do the same to this family. »
I stood there with one hand over my stomach and said, « This is your grandchild. »
My father laughed.
« No, » he said. « This is your consequence. »