Another Statisic

I dreamed of owning a large house a large pool hell, even went as far to dream of a personal jet. I made promises. If I could have, I would have made a blood pact. I promised my parents their own home. I promised that they would see me graduated walking down the stage finished with school and starting a new career. I thought of all this as I held the stick. "Promises," I whispered, "broken promises."


My parents are old fashion extremely traditional so having a baby out of wedlock would kill them. I still haven't told them. They would die. What would they say? How would the look on their faces be? A puta is what he'd call me. A puta. What am I going to do? I know many have been in my shoes, but honestly right now I do not care about the many who have been in my shoes. I only care about what is going on with me and "my shoes." What does one do in a situation. (the question is rhetorical) Abortion? No. I am pro life. Maybe I can not be pro life just this once? Ha. hypocritical of me, huh? I can't abort. I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. I think that is a larger shame, at least to me it is.

Adoption? Yes. I'll go for adoption. There are many couples who are looking for children to adopt.

Or maybe I could tell the truth. The truth....sounds like the right thing to do. I could tell the truth give up my dreams my career for a while, never buy my parents their home, live horribly. I'll be, am another statistic.