Rachel’s sacrifices are called into question when her twin sons claim they never want to see her again when they return home from college. However, the reality of their father’s unexpected return pushes Rachel to choose between defending her history and standing up for her family’s future.

The first emotion I had after becoming pregnant at the age of 17 was not dread. It was dishonourable.

I was already learning how to reduce myself, so it wasn’t due of the infants; I loved them before I even knew their names.

I was learning how to hide my belly behind food trays and how to occupy less area in classrooms and halls. While the females around me shopped for prom dresses and kissed boys with clear skin and no plans, I was learning how to smile while my body altered.

During third period, I was learning how to keep saltine crackers down while they blogged about homecoming. I was watching my ankles grow and wondering if I would still graduate while they were anxious about college applications.

It was all latex gloves, WIC forms, and ultrasounds in dark exam rooms with the volume turned down low; my world wasn’t full of fairy lights and formal dances.