When my mother was a teenager and pregnant, she was immediately disassociated from the religion—and from her family. The religion took precedence over the love and support she must have needed from her mother, her father. Thrown out of her home, she was not even allowed to speak to her parents or siblings. The religion was more important than a scared 16 year old or us, her children, who were often hungry and often without but were not allowed to ask our own family for help. My mother’s family was not rich, but neither were they wanting. We were allowed the privilege to come and to pray but
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