“A few months later, I found out I was pregnant. I was still a kid at 14 and very immature, naïve, and full of denial and unbelief. I can't remember telling anyone, even friends, that I was pregnant. At that time, I was part of a massive choir for healing services, and I prayed for a miracle that this pregnancy would go away. It didn't.

When I was 5 months along, my mother confronted me. I'm sure she had known for awhile. By this time my parents were close to 60 and didn't feel they could raise another child. I knew I could not raise a child on my own without an education, so before my daughter was born, I decided to place her for adoption…”