At seventeen

My niece A turned 17.



When A was born, I was jealous of sis. She was 2 ½ years younger than me and there she was married and a mother. When I first saw and held A, I thought, if I could have a baby even just as half as beautiful as her, I’d feel blessed. Seventeen years and three babies later, I feel more than blessed.



I learned the truth at 17…
…that love was not just for beauty queens
…that love hurts just as much as it excites
…that bad actions can have bad consequences

At 17, I ran away from my aunt’s house to reunite with my father. It had bad consequences but I didn’t regret it. I don’t recommend it though.