I became a father at 17 and raised my daughter on my own. Eighteen years later, an officer knocked on my door and asked, “Sir, Do You Have Any Idea What She Has Done?”
part-time shifts we worked just to stay in school. We were both orphans. No safety net. No one to fall back on.
By the time Ainsley was six months old, her mom decided that a baby wasn’t the life she’d imagined at 18. So she left for college one August morning and never came back. Never called. Never once asked how our daughter was doing.
