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"I'm sorry. I just figured you have your whole life ahead of you. You know? I didn't want you to be embarrassed by me—a sixteen-year-old mother." Mecca's apology was written all over her face. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me. We both began a full-on sob in each other's arms. "She looks like you," I informed her as we pulled away. Even though we stopped talking, I couldn't stop myself from looking at pictures of Mecca and her daughter on social media. "You think?" Mecca asked. I nodded, and she pulled her phone out to show me all the pictures she had. After grabbing lunch, we headed back to school. As we approached the main doors, I grabbed Mecca's hand in mine and pulled her into the building, happy to have my best friend back. The side looks and comments hit us immediately—I could hear whispers about Mecca, intrusive questions, and rumors about her and her daughter's father. At that moment, I got a glimpse of what it was like to be Mecca. Squeezing her hand, I pushed both of us through the crowd toward her next class. When we arrived at the classroom door, Mecca pulled

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2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...

2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...