From Mochamusings.com
Let me tell you my story. At 15 I got pregnant. I was happy and terrified at the same time. I couldn’t believe I had a baby growing inside me, but I knew I was way too young. Abortion seemed like my only option. I couldn’t imagine going through with the pregnancy and giving my baby away. And my worse fear… my family finding out! What would they think of me? I’m a good girl. I go to school. I got a job. And, I cause very little trouble. I tried to tell my mom and even a few older cousins. But, I would shake profusely every time. I never got the courage. So, at 15, my boyfriend and I had a friend take us to the clinic. What a memory…
The place is packed with young girls and very few, if any, parents. It was like an assembly line. First up: a clipboard full of paperwork. I had no idea what to put because I knew very little. Next up: payment window. Never once did anyone review the paper work that I faked my way through or even attempt to ask for ID. Really! Now it’s my turn to go back.
