It’s strange when you look back on life. How it worked out and what might have been.
When I was twenty-one I fell pregnant. Jay and I had been trying and so were pleased, but also scared at the news. We wanted to be young parents and although we both had really, really bad paying jobs and lived in a one bedroom house, we would have managed.
Unfortunately at eleven weeks I miscarried the baby.
I sometimes wonder how different things would have been if that baby had been born. I was due in the January, just after my twenty-second birthday. He or she would have been twenty this month.
I really can’t imagine it.