I did not go back. Not once.
My millionaire parents abandoned me pregnant at 19 — 7 years later, they begged me for forgiveness.
Then she looked at my stomach and added, “If you ever come back, I will make sure that child disappears from your life.”
My father did not stop her. He just said, “You made your choice.”
The gates closed behind me.
I did not go back. Not once.
I worked three jobs. I cleaned offices at night. I did reception on weekends. I took online classes while Elia slept beside me. I learned how to stretch soup, how to smile at landlords who saw me as a risk, how to keep moving when my body wanted to quit.
