Yes, you saw me at the store with my baby girl. Yes, I am only nineteen years old. Yes, she is my baby- I'm not a babysitter or a friend. I was not forced, or drugged, or even raped. It was of my own will, and I did the wrong thing. However, my daughter is not a mistake, and I will not address her as such. I am to be blamed, but now is not the time for me to regret. Now is the time for me to raise my amazing daughter. I have moved on. Will you?