Car accident. Wet road.
Wrong time, wrong place. One of those phone calls you never forget, even when you want to.
I was seven months pregnant. The stress sent me into labor a few days later.
I gave birth to Edduin small, early, and angry at the world.
I was in a fog of grief and hospital disinfectant, staring at him through tears, thinking, “It’s just us now, kid.”
Raising him alone became my whole identity.
I work from home doing customer support. So my life was headset on, baby on my chest, one hand typing, one hand soothing.
People kept saying, “You should get help. A nanny.
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