I remember the first time I got pregnant. I was only 17 years old..
When I had first found out I was pregnant, I was so scared. Not because I was pregnant, but because I was scared of what my aunt and uncle would say.
I prayed and prayed that they wouldn't kick me out, or worse, disown me.
2 weeks had past and I knew there would never be a right time to tell them. So, it was now or never.
*GASP* IS THIS TRUE?? I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! x3
I said it as bluntly as I could. "aunt, uncle, i'm pregnant.."
I'm not ready to be a mom yet..
This can't be happening
I had so many thoughts going through my mind. But time went by, and those 9 months came and went.
Finally, the time had come. But, it turned out I had a miscarriage. I knew I wasn't ready to be a mother, but as soon as they told me a part of me died with him. I knew I was too young to have a child but I really wished he would've been born, because I would've had a son. Imagine, you could've had an older brother...