Chapter 18
Episode 18
After dropping out of high school, everyone thought that my education stops right there, until one day I was at the clinic when a sweet lady by the name "Mrs Brown", Aka "Mrs Marlene Murray-Brown", introduced me to the Women Centre Of Jamaica Foundation in Half Way Tree, Kingston, where they provide for both mothers and children. My mom didn't believe in us because she has some kind of doubts in me
The day I walked out of those school gates for the last time, I felt the weight of a thousand eyes on my back. Some were pitying, others judgmental, and a few—the ones that stung the most—were simply disappointed. I told myself I didn't care. I had my son, my partner, and a future we were building together. That was enough. It had to be.
But the silence that followed was louder than any classroom chatter. Days blurred into a rhythm of feedings, diaper changes, and sleepless nights. My mother would call, her voice tight with unspoken worry, asking if I had thought about finishing my education. I’d mumble something vague and change the subject. The truth was, I hadn’t let myself think about it. The door had closed, and I was too tired to look for another.
Then came that Tuesday morning.
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