I was only sixteen when I had a baby—far too young, too scared, and unprepared for what that meant.
What stays with me most is the hospital lighting. Cold, harsh, almost blinding. I remember my newborn crying… and me looking away. People say you never forget a moment like that. They’re right. You don’t forget it—you just bury it deep so you can get through the days. I kept convincing myself I had no …