My father placed the folder on my lap and handed me a pen.
“Sign the papers, or you have nowhere to go when you leave this hospital.”
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I begged them to give me a month to find a place to live and arrange childcare. My mother asked who would look after the baby, while my father repeated that I could either sign or become homeless.Track Pregnancy
I was eighteen, frightened, and had nowhere to turn. Eventually, with my heart breaking, I signed the papers.
My signature barely looked like my own. I knew that anyone reading the document might believe I had willingly given up my son, but I had been threatened and left with no real choice.
Later, my mother told me Fabian had gone to an adoptive family. She refused to tell me where he was, and no one had even taken a photograph of me holding him. When I returned home, the drawer prepared for his clothes was empty.
