My Best Friend’s Baby
Dear Little one, Under other circumstances I would have been your Godmother, but instead I helped your mom go to the clinic. We were in high school and she got pregnant by a boy who wanted little to do with her. We went to the school counselor together and this horrible option was the only one given. The merciful choice of adoption was disregarded. I tried to give your mom options, I tried to talk her out of it, but she only wanted to go on without you. I held her tight on our drive back. We were two scared girls that didn’t know how this choice would haunt us. I think about you, I pray for you…love, your Godmother.