Sitting on the bathroom floor, sixteen year old Andrea Butler is curled up in a ball crying more than ever before. Several minutes pass before she stands up and looks into the mirror. She tries to compose herself by brushing through her dark brown hair, but as she looks back down at the small, plastic stick with two pink lines on it, her chocolate colored eyes immediately fill with tears once again. “What am I supposed to do?” Andrea thought over and over in her head. She was among the top of her class. She had a plan. She wanted to graduate school and to attend college. Everyone expected the best from her; no one thought she could make a mistake that could cost her so much. “If I wouldn’t have gotten pregnant with you when I did, I don’t …show more content…
My mother told me that she could never redo her mistake; she “fell in love with me.”
“The first person I told about my pregnancy was my best friend Stacy; she was very supportive through the whole process.” As Stacy would ironically later go through the same thing, they have always stuck together through thick and thin. Even today, nineteen years later, Stacy and Andrea are still best friends. Through the process she then told her boyfriend’s sister-in-law Jennifer and her boss Katherine. As soon as the news was shared, it spread like wildfire through the small town of Springhill, Louisiana. “Suddenly everyone known, I had no time to protect myself and tell the people who really mattered.” Before she even had the chance, her boyfriend and father both had already heard the news. My father was in disbelief and her father was furious about the situation, but even more furious that he had to heard the news from someone that was not his daughter.
The story of my mom telling her mother is now a story that the entire family laughs at. “She slowly got up and walked towards her car, she then drove off quickly. She apparently went to the liquor store because she came back within a few minutes with a daiquiri in hand. She comforted me, and told me everything would be okay.” Through the nine months, my mother’s life was full of doctor appointments, the purchases of several baby items, and the planning of her
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Since the day she was born everyone knew she was something special, but she didn’t know it herself. Annie had a pretty normal life for a 16 year-old girl. She was tall with hazel eyes and light brown hair that turned golden in the sunlight. Annie was extraordinarily smart, smarter than everyone in her grade. Growing up in New York City has tought her to be strong on the outside and hold your emotions on the inside, she lives with her mother, father, and her brother. As Annie took the subway home from her last day of Sophomore year she taught to herself about all the adventures Sophomore year had given her and all the academic challenges she had overcome. She got off the subway in a rush to get home and start planning her summer out but instead she saw her parents sitting cautiously on the couch as if
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I sighed and looked at the test, and she was telling the truth, I was pregnant. It was entirely impossible, but that is not what scared me. I threw the test away and picked up my phone. I dialed Ashton’s number, thankfully he was awake. “Dals, it’s three am? What do you need?” Ashton’s raspy voice had shook me to tears. “Look, I just need to talk to you alright.” I say and went into the bathroom. “Ashton, I just took a pregnancy test, and it came up positive, I really need brotherly fucking advice right now!” I cry and he was speechless. “Isnt Michael..” He trailed off and I stayed quiet. “It’s michaels, great.” Ashton sighed. Brooklyn had stirred awake and asked him who he was talking too. The line was quiet for a moment till Brooklyn had
She walks into the living room where all her family was sitting, and they all look at her and ask “what’s the news?”. She was very disappointed in herself she thought how could she let it happen? she was too young at 16, she didn’t have a job, and she didn’t even know if the father was going to be there for her. The family looked concerned as she was about to burst into tears, her eyes filled with sadness, and then she said “I'm pregnant”. They all looked at her in disappointment, they thought she was going to be the one to pursue her dreams of becoming a nurse, to actually have a degree, but even though they were disappointed in her they knew that they had to help her raise the baby. She felt upset she didn’t know how she was going to do it while still going to school, she still had two more years ahead, and she was due late May. Even though she had her family who was supporting her she still had to take responsibility for her actions, she had decided that she would have to drop out of school, and start working to take care of her upcoming baby.
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A mother’s love is the kind of love that gives meaning to life, when everything seems to have your back against the wall, somehow the reassurance of a mother’s presence and support takes away all of the pain. A bond created from early on inside your mother’s womb, is the same bond that is cherished for a lifetime. From mother’s day cards every year, to special surprises for her birthday, a mother’s love can never be replaced. This kind of love is truly indescribable. But what happens when you’re only left with the memories and vivid imagination of what life would have been like if you had more time to spend with your mother. Imagine not knowing anything about who your mother was, or what kind of woman she turned out to be, the only thing
To this day, I can still remember standing at the end of my driveway watching my mother arrive home from the bus stop. This day was different; she was not coming home empty handed. In fact, she had stopped at a yard sale on the way home and bought a prize for me, a doll named Suzy. This memory, from the age of two, embraces the story of my mother and my entire childhood. In Indianapolis, Indiana in September 1980, I was born to a single mother. Throughout her life, she worked for the phone company in downtown Indianapolis. Even though she raised us through hardships and despair, she always took the time to love my brother and me outwardly. Until second grade, I have no recollection of my father visiting more than three occasions. At last, in fourth grade we began to spend weekends at his house and with his family. Sadly, when I was eleven we learned that my father had cancer. One week before Christmas, after a school music program, I read his obituary in the paper and told my mother he had passed away. From that moment, our family forever changed, specifically my relationship with my mother.
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