I became pregnant when I was in tenth grade.

The moment I saw the two lines, my hands began to shake. I was terrified—so frightened I could barely stand. Before I could even think about what to do, everything collapsed at once.

My parents looked at me with cold disgust.

“This is a disgrace to this family,” my father said. “From today on, you are no longer our child.”

His words struck harder than any slap.

That night, rain poured down relentlessly. My mother threw my torn backpack out the door and shoved me onto the street. I had no money. No shelter. Nowhere to go.