Last week I found out that I'm seven weeks pregnant and now my parents and I are arguing.
You're pregnant? That's great! Why don't you look happy and why are you fighting with your parents?
Why I don't look happy is because I'm not, John I can't have this baby, I don't have my own home, I don't have a job, I'm barely survivng for crying out loud!
So you're going to get an abortion? That's not right Randa! Stop trying to play God because It's not up to you to choose if a child lives or dies!
Play God? I'm not trying to play God, I'm trying to make sure that my firstborn isn't going to be born into poverty, I want he/she to be able to have a good education, to not have to worry if I can feed them. It's my egg, my body, my life so back off!
Have the child and give it up then!
That's the thing I can't. I should've known you wouldn't understand. You're just like my parents.
If you get an abortion you're going to hell Randa. You brought this upon yourself!