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When my son was barely a year old, I was given temporary custody. After a long court process, I was granted sole custody, at age 24. I began life placed for adoption by parents too young to raise me; at nearly the same age, I chose to raise my son myself, no matter what it cost. I raised him alone from toddler to high school graduation: in San Francisco at the height of the dot-com boom, then back home in Chicago so he could grow up surrounded by family. The young man I raised chose to serve his country in U.S. Army Military Intelligence, and today he's earning his college degree on the GI Bill. My father, my uncles, and now my son have worn the uniform. I was raised in the Catholic faith, saw my son baptized and through catechism at the very parish where I grew up, a faith I carry with me today.