Joey

Joey. I named him before he was even a thought. I had always imagined having kids after I had a successful and stable career, but life had other plans. I had my baby boy at 15, as I had been raped by my father best friend. When my mother found out I was raped she didn't care, or well not till she found out about him. She packed my bags and sent me to a foster home. After 8 months my water broke and out came Joey, but I had to make a choice to run away or to let my child be given to a couple who couldn't conceive, I had to decide by tonight.