About a year ago, I was 16, seven months pregnant, and living in my car with my boyfriend. We showered at gas stations and bought grilled cheese sandwiches at Walmart. I worried that we wouldn鈥檛 be able to provide for the daughter I would soon have. Some days, I felt utterly defeated.
Although I鈥檝e always wanted to pursue an education, I felt that this was no longer possible for me.
A year on, my boyfriend is now my husband, and we live together with our thriving 7-month-old daughter, Harloow, in a house with a fully stocked fridge. And I鈥檓 on track to graduate high school and plan to pursue a career in nursing. My story is about persevering, but it鈥檚 also about getting the unique support I needed to turn my situation around 鈥 support that my mother, a teen parent herself, didn鈥檛 have a generation earlier.
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