I was 16 when i got rapped
At 17 i got a baby boy
They said to put him for adoption
I refused...
I took care of him as a single mother
My parents didn't support me
They kicked me out
I drop out of school and
started working in a cafe
I was able to buy a small house
I raised my son to be kind
and to appreciate whatever he get in life
As i turned 31 one day
My son came running from school
His hand was full of blood
With Scars on his face
I panicked and ran after him to his room
I asked immediately " What happened!"
He looked at me deep in eyes
and hold my hands as he smiled
"I saved a girl from being rape"
He kissed my cheeks and washed his hands
As i see him in tears
I'm proud of him...