Everything is so entangled… so grey…
What is grace and forgiveness and love in a situation like this? Situational morality? Like political issues and racial divides, not everything is red or blue, black or white. Really, nothing seems to be that way actually…
There it was. The second pink line.
My heart sank.
I stood outside the exam room and took a deep breath. She was thirteen.
She knew as soon as she saw my face when I entered after knocking softly. She started sobbing uncontrollably. Her mother sat in the corner and looked sea sick. She was holding onto the edge of her chair for dear life, knuckles white, waiting for the world to turn upside down and topple her over.
“You are pregnant.”
Her mother dissolved into angry shouts about her whore of a daughter.
Not an auspicious beginning at all. Babies should be greeted with joy and love and excitement. My heart hurt.
“I know it seems unfair for me to ask, but have you thought about what you want to do with this pregnancy?”
Her mother spoke up before the patient could, her voice charged with bitterness. “She…
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