Autobiography

Chapter X:
"I'd been denied saying goodbye to my baby, denied that last chance to stroke his cheek and feel his fingers grip mine, to kiss his tiny mouth in loving farewell. Why hadn't she told me I was never going to see him again? Why hadn't she told me it was time to say goodbye to him?"

"My baby was no longer mine. He was theirs. It was over. And I knew I'd never feel whole again. I looked up at the clock on the wall as I left. It was 3.50 on 16 January 1964. It was a date and time I'd never forget."

A very touching story about teenage pregnancy in the 60s where teenage mothers are looked upon as whores and outcasts in society. I am glad the story (true story, by the way) ended on a positive note. Worth a read for those emo souls out there.