As I awake from my nap, I pick up my phone and notice that my "nap" was a deep sleep. God my stomach is killing me! The morning sickness got easier to deal with now that I'm in the middle of my third trimester. I roll over in bed and groan as I remember the conversation my mom and I had yesterday. Now I can't help but sit and think about it. So I thought long and hard. I can't give the baby up for adoption. The thought of someone else raising my baby is unbearable. And the other option is not even an option. I want to keep my baby. I NEED to keep my baby. The baby kicks my belly button causing me to snap back into reality. "Good morning my little nugget." I whisper to my belly. "Hey, I want you to know that no matter what ends up happening to you, I will always love you. I love you with all my heart. I don't care if you're a boy or a girl, I will always love you. You deserve both of your parents in your life. You don't deserve to grow up in a broken home to a young mother like me. But I just can't bare to let you go. You are my sunshine. I love you so much." I say to my stomach as I look down at it and rub it in circles. I sit at the edge of my bed realizing that I'm still in the clothes that I had on at school from yesterday. So I finally build up the strength to get up and get ready for my bath.
"Hmm.. what should we wear today little one?" I say to myself. "I'll just throw on an oversized shirt and my track shorts." I say as I grab a shirt that was given to me by my Uncle and my shorts that I bought from Academy. As I get ready to walk out of my room, my phone gets a notification. It was a text from my mom that said, "Hey, get dressed, and hurry" a confused look spread across my face. I shrug, throw my phone on my bed and head into the bathroom for a bath.
~after the bath~
After my morning hygiene routine is complete, I grab my phone and my purse and head downstairs. "Mom?" I call out wondering what that text was all about. But I didn't get an answer. So I call her. "Hey come outside." She said and then hung up. This day has already started off weird. As I set the alarm, I get this uneasy feeling in my body. I brush it off as a pregnancy hormone and lock the door. When I get in the truck, the conversation between my mom and I didn't make that uneasy feeling go away. Not being able to take this surprise trip very well, I finally ask "where are we going?" She doesn't even look at me when she says " I'm taking you to the doctor."
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My Forced Abortion
Jugendliteratur15 year old Wynter Graham was forced to have an abortion by her family after hiding her pregnancy for 5 months
