I became a father at 18 after my mother left my twin sisters behind — seven years later, she came back with an unexpected demand.

in years, life became manageable. I dropped one of my jobs. I slept properly. I cooked meals that weren’t rushed or survival-based. Slowly, space opened up in my life for something I had buried long ago: myself.

I started looking at college programs again at night after the girls were asleep. Nursing. Science courses. Pre-med paths. The dream I once continue reading …