But what they don\u2019t see is that this room? I decorated it myself. Every pastel elephant on the wall, every second-hand plush toy washed and lined up with care. <\/p>\n
They don\u2019t know I wake up before the sun so I can shower and prep breakfast before my daughter even stirs. That I juggle freelance gigs during nap time and clean in ten-minute bursts between tantrums.<\/p>\n
The truth is, I didn\u2019t get to finish school the way other kids did. I swapped prom dresses for prenatal vitamins and exams for doctor visits. <\/p>\n
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My body was still growing while I carried another human inside it. And yeah, some days I\u2019m exhausted. Some days I cry folding tiny socks because I don\u2019t know if I\u2019m doing any of this right…<\/p>\n<\/video><\/figure>\nBut then someone\u2014like the old woman who smiled at me in the park and said I was doing a good job\u2014makes all the difference. She didn\u2019t know me, didn\u2019t ask how old I was. She just saw me with my little girl, making her giggle with a sock puppet, and said, \u201cYou\u2019re a good mum.\u201d<\/p>\n
And in that moment, I let out a breath I didn\u2019t know I was holding.<\/p>\n
My name is Eliza. I\u2019m nineteen now. And my daughter, Mia, is five. She has curls like honey and the most serious little face when she\u2019s coloring. She likes dandelions and cheese toast and insists on sleeping with her old stuffed bunny, Mr. Lops. Every time I look at her, I think, You\u2019re the best thing that ever happened to me. Even if the world doesn\u2019t see it that way.<\/p>\n
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When I first found out I was pregnant, I was fourteen years old and scared out of my mind. I was dating this boy\u2014Marc. He was sixteen, had a skateboard and a chipped tooth and laughed like he didn\u2019t care about anything. He was the first boy to ever call me beautiful.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
We weren\u2019t careful. I didn\u2019t even fully understand how everything worked. My mum was always working late, and we never had that talk. When I missed my period, I thought maybe I was just stressed. Then came the nausea. And then the second line on that test I took in the Tesco bathroom.<\/p>\n
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I told Marc, thinking we\u2019d be in this together. But he panicked. Said things like \u201cyou should probably get rid of it\u201d and \u201cI\u2019m too young for this.\u201d Then he ghosted me. Changed his number. I never saw him again.<\/p>\n
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Telling my mum was the worst part. She didn\u2019t scream or cry. She just stood there, quietly, like her soul had left her body for a moment. Then she said, \u201cAlright. Well. We\u2019ll get through this.\u201d I\u2019ve never loved her more than I did in that moment.<\/p>\n
We didn\u2019t have much. I shared a room with my little brother. Mum worked two jobs\u2014cleaning offices and delivering groceries. She didn\u2019t judge me. She just held me while I cried and said, \u201cYou\u2019ll be a better mum than you think.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
I had Mia a week before my Year 10 classmates were taking their mocks. The hospital room was cold. My contractions felt like my insides were being crushed. But the second she was placed in my arms, all of that faded. I just stared at her, this tiny bundle of skin and fuzz and perfect little fingers. She blinked up at me, and I knew\u2014my life was split in two. Before Mia. After Mia.<\/p>\n
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I never went back to school full-time. I tried, but it was impossible. The whispers, the stares, the way even teachers looked at me like I was a lost cause. So I enrolled in online classes. Did assignments at 1 a.m. with Mia asleep on my chest. I failed some. Retook them. Passed most.<\/p>\n
At sixteen, I started writing for small websites. Product reviews, listicles, parenting forums. I didn\u2019t make much, but it was something. Enough to buy nappies without asking Mum. Enough to feel like I was doing something for us.<\/p>\n
Then when I was seventeen, Mum got sick. It was just a cough at first. Then pneumonia. Then a shadow on the scan. Lung cancer. She never smoked a day in her life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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