Today my daughter bought her first car - her dream car. Twenty-five years ago, I was single and nearly nine months pregnant, wondering if I could raise her alone. From a rough Long Beach neighborhood to temp jobs that became careers, I gave her everything I could while trying to heal from my own broken past. She grew into an independent force - a 3.8 GPA student who taught herself Excel before she could drive, who survived unimaginable trauma her senior year and chose to grad

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