Nine years ago, at age 11, I left my house and fell into a life of drugs and crime, A “friend” of mine was my teacher in all that I learned about that life. During my time of drug abuse, I was pulled into a destructive life with the wrong people. I didn’t know how to live my life, as I was only 11 years old. I lost 4 years of my life.
During these years, the street was my home - I didn’t have any other. I liked my life, but I didn’t know the reality of what I was doing to myself. I didn’t care - not about death, anybody, or anything. The only thing that mattered was me and how I felt doing what I did. I was never bitter at life; I could do whatever I wanted. I had money and everything else that I wanted, but I always felt like I was missing out on something, so I would do even more horrible stuff to fill the emptiness.
Then I got to know a guy and left my life on drugs for three months. It was a tough withdrawal as my body was so used to drugs. He was married and had two kids, but I didn’t care and I don’t think he did either. I had known plenty of guys in my life, but I really thought he was the one. Next thing I know, he decides to leave for the states with his wife. So I turned to my old life - and it escalated every day. The drugs give you a sweet feeling that I loved, needed, and that made me happy. But at that time, I didn’t know about my baby.
Long story short, on an extorting mission, I was taken by the police and placed in a juvenile detention center for older girls. When they suggested to me an opportunity to go with Allison, my only thought was, that it had to be easier to escape from her. As I was sure, I would have found a way out within two days, I didn’t bring any clothes. Allison didn’t hesitate in accepting me. She welcomed me without even knowing who I was. She took care of me and took me to the doctor. And at that point my life changed. When I saw the ultrasound of my baby, I started crying. I wanted my baby. Now, every time I see my daughter, I thank God for her and for the opportunity she gave me. I know how it is not having a mother’s support. I want to make sure that I am there for Addison, the same way Allison was for me.
Allison was there supporting me during my entire pregnancy and labor. And she is still supporting me. Of course we have our disagreements, but that is how family is. Allison is so amazing; that she would leave her home and country to help someone like me. Even from the very first day, I felt like a part of the family. Allison is not just taking care of some girls. She is changing our entire lives.
I dream about one day having a home for pregnant women, taking care of them the way Allison cared for me.