I got pregnant at 18 and wanted to give my baby up. I was just a child myself. My parents wanted a baby. In fact, my mom thought she might be pregnant at the same time and how cute that would be for our kids to grow up together. I walked around in a daze for the 7 months after I found out. I had the baby for them because I had no choice. I was told to fend for myself if I gave the baby up. How could I do that? But, she was mine. They only wanted her when they wanted her. They were free. I was not. That was 48 years ago and that child is a drug addict living on the street and has never been happy. I wish so much she could have grown up in a loving family with parents like you.

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