“Do twins run in the family?”
My mom and I looked at each other somewhat oddly.
“No, I don’t think so…”
“Well you have 2 in here” and he pointed out the 2 blobs,
I was speechless. I didn't know what to do.
My first thought was “Give one up and keep one” but I would never split twins up.
On the drive home my mom must have seen how dazed I was.
"Your going to have to make a decision sweetheart. This is a big deal. If you are going to do adoption then we have to start looking for a good family. "
When I got home I did some homework and thought for a while. I remembered that my mom wasn’t able to have kids after me, and that’s why we adopted my little sister Angielina. So keeping this babies would give my mom another chance to mother. But I also thought of the financial end of it. Diapers, breast pump, bouncy seats, crib, changing table, all the necessities. I thought of how some people can have kids, and they rely on adoptions to have a baby. All these things ran though my head.
A couple weeks after, I had made a final decision after consulting a couple more people (Sara). I knew what I wanted.
“I want to keep them,”
My mom just turned around with wide eyes “You know how hard it’s-”
“I know mom, I have thought it over, and I will do anything and everything I can for them so they don’t turn out like their father. And I know how much you wanted another kid after me. This is my final decision”
“You know I’m behind you 100%” And my mom gave me a big hug.
Now over the next couple of months I got some weird stares and comments since my tummy was growing….x2. It was hard to deal with…especially in such a small town I was in. Everyone wants to know you business but they don’t care to find out the truth. I went from having some friend to hang with and people asking if I wanted to go to the movies or to a dance to having people that were my closest friend look at me as if I was infected. Some people would kick me, trip me, do whatever they could to make school terrible for me. And BOY did they. I went from being a straight A student, and I loving going to school every day to crying before I got out of the car. I was really happy to get out of there and move.
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From Model to Mother
Teen FictionI was a model. I was a gymnast. I was 15. It all changed when I went to the compition that was suppose to change my life for the better but instead it make it a diffrent kind of better
