I made stupid choices. Choices that lead me to being a mother at a very young age. An age when I should have been spending time with friends worrying about the latest fashion or shopping at the mall. Years later, I met a man who made me want to think of him with a future in mind. A man who made me think that it was okay to reach out for the stars and hold one within my grasp. But the hatred of another forced him to turn away from me over something that was not my fault. Could I swim through the waves of doubts and make sense of the blame that was thrown on me? I have no idea. But I will fight for all I am worth to find out.