2 septembre 2026

I got pregnant when I was 15, and when my parents found out, they kicked me out and said, “You disgraced our family.

“You disgraced this family,” he said coldly. “From now on, you are no longer our daughter. »

My mother started crying, but she didn’t stop him.

That same evening, they kicked me out.

I left with a small bag of clothes and less than twenty dollars. The next morning, everyone in town knew about it. We were whispering when I was walking past the market. The women in front of the church lowered their voices and stared at my belly that was rounding.

For several weeks, I slept where I could. Finally, an old lady named Rosa allowed me to rent a tiny room behind her house, near Guadalajara. She asked me almost nothing and sometimes left food outside my door without saying a word.

I worked until exhaustion.

When work started, Rosa took me to a small private clinic. There was no member of my family waiting outside. No one held my hand except Rosa.

Childbirth was difficult.

I remember hearing a baby cry.

Then I heard a nurse screaming that there was another child.

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