How do I tell her about you?
You make my heart swell with pride. I see the same hazel brown eyes staring back at me. The same nose. I hold your tiny hands in my own, marvelling at how small they are.
And yet, there is a fear in my heart along with a whole lot of guilt.
I need you to know that it is not your fault. That I love you with all my heart.
But how do I tell her about you? How do I make my mother understand that I want to keep my baby? Even though I am just sixteen years myself.
***Written for the Write Tribe 100 Words on Saturday prompt***
(c) Over Cups of Coffee 2014
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