I had a baby at 17, and my parents took him away. Twenty-one years later, my new neighbor looked exactly like him.I’m 38 now, but some wounds don’t go away; they just learn to stay silent.When I was 17, I got pregnant. My parents cared more about their image than anything else, so they sent me to what they called a “health retreat,” making sure no one knew the truth.I went through work completely alone.And when my baby was born, they wouldn’t
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