My parents looked at me with cold eyes and said,
“You have brought shame to this family. From today on, you are no longer our daughter.”
After that… I was kicked out of the house.
That year I was in tenth grade in a small town in the state of Jalisco. When two lines appeared on the pregnancy test, my legs shook so much I almost dropped it. I still didn’t know what to do when the news had already spread like wildfire: at school, at the market, even at church.
My parents looked at me as if I were something dirty.
“You have dishonored the family. From now on, you are no longer our daughter.”
Every word from my father was like a slap in the face.
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That night it was pouring rain. My mother threw my old backpack into the yard and pushed me out of the house like I was a stranger. I didn’t have a single peso in my pocket. I had nowhere to go.
Holding my belly, I walked away from the house that had once been the safest place in my life… and I never looked back.
