Amber
The days after our little celebration passed in a blur of activity.
I threw myself into university applications, determined to carve out a future for myself and my baby. I had worked too hard to give up now. My GPA was incredible—I knew it gave me a shot at some of the best schools. But I also needed to be realistic. Being a single mother meant I had to choose a school with a good support system, one that would allow me to balance my studies and motherhood.
Ichika helped me research institutions that had flexible programs for young parents. Ken, ever the supportive father figure, spent hours reading through brochures with me, weighing the pros and cons of each university.
Still, the waiting game was agonizing.
Each day, I checked my email obsessively, my stomach twisting with ne
