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Amanda I was 15 when I decided I thought my boyfriend and I were old enough to have a child. I came home one day after school and thought our dream might have come true. I called him to come get me, and we got a pregnancy test. It was the best thing in my life. It was positive. The only thing we could think of doing was calling our parents. We decided to go to his mom and tell her first, then ask what to do. She did not take it so well, and my parents did not either. |
For the next few months we thought of all the options. Abortion had never crossed our minds since neither of us believes in them. We did not know what to do. I would sit crying to him with my hurt and sorrow. He told me he loved me and would never leave me. He did not leave me on purpose. He was killed in a car accident three days after he turned 18. It broke my heart. I did not know what to do and did not want to raise a child on my own. When I found out I was having a baby girl, I also chose a family for her adoption. Since I had known the couple for awhile, I knew they were right for her. A month later my daughter came two months early. My friend who had adopted her let me name her, and I named her Angel because she was an angel and so was her daddy. I still see her today. We have decided when she gets older we will tell her the whole story and why she is with them. Hopefully she will understand. I am proud of my decision. I do not know what my life would have turned out to be with a child and no dad at 15.
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