My Son Triston

By R.P. I was 19 weeks pregnant and so happy about my pending single motherhood when I found out my son was diagnosed with Chromosome 9 Trisomy. I’d known the baby’s father since I was five years old, and he was more of a friend than anything. But his actions had told me he wanted nothing to do with the pregnancy. The worst part for me was that I chose to be a mom anyway, and now I won’t get to be that, at least not for a while. My son made me dream about things that I’d never thought of. I yearned to hold him, hug him, kiss him […]