You feel responsible for the kid you see in front of you, the kid clearly suffering from a lifetime of abuse and neglect, this kid whose life might have maybe been different, if only. You play “if only” a lot.
I wasn’t married, didn’t have money saved and I wasn’t even sure I had maternity coverage on my insurance policy.
Everyone seemed friendly enough and I eased into the work without a hitch. But then, it happened.
He held my face to his and told me: "I have a history of heroin use, but I’m clean, and I’ve been tested. Are you sure you want to do this?"