I was raised by my grandmother since I was an orphan. Two days before the school prom, I found out I was pregnant. The father of the child, my classmate, upon learning about it, began pressuring me to have an abortion. But I refused to yield to his demands. “I will give birth even if you leave me,” I told him. He did just that, he left. My school friends also scattered in different directions. Only my grandmother supported me. Nine months later, I gave birth to twin daughters.
For two years, while the girls were still very young, I worked as a floor cleaner in a neighboring office to make ends meet. Then I enrolled in college, continuing to work as a janitor.
It was there that I met, a tall, handsome, cheerful young man who had recently been demobilized from the military. He had worked for a year before starting college. Since and I were older than our fellow students, we saw life from a different perspective. We quickly became friends and then started a romance. even helped me with the floor cleaning job.
He got along really well with my girls. We hadn’t even become a family yet, but my daughters already called him “dad” and climbed on his shoulders with joy.
she and I registered our marriage after finishing college. He officially adopted my daughters. quickly climbed the career ladder, while I initially focused on taking care of the house and the children and later started my own business. We both wanted more children together, but it didn’t work out for us biologically. Our daughters are now mothers themselves, each with two children, and soon we’ll have our fifth grandchild.
I love my husband, and I thank fate for bringing me to him. It’s often said that when one door closes, another opens. The key is to recognize the opportunities that arise and not to reject the gifts that life offers.