Back in 1998, I became a teenage single mother. Still in high school 17 years old. I promised myself and my daughter that we would have everything. I went to school full time and worked 3 jobs. Monique my daughter was in daycare at the school. I got to see her a lot during school hours. It was hard having to work all the time, I missed her first steps and first words. My parents were a great support group.
Senior year 1999, I dropped out. I was offered a job that would allow me to work one job and be able to be with Monique more. It worked, I was thrilled to be able to eat dinner with her.
Take her a bath and put her to bed. Things were turning around. We were doing good. Monique started pre-school when she