I was 18 when I found out I was pregnant, crying behind closed doors of my grandma’s house; what was I going to do? It was January break and my mom was home in Colorado; who could I tell? My auntie Dede was my only option, my only option because I knew she wouldn’t get mad at me. I had to pin point my perfect time to tell her; perhaps when she’s driving? Big semi’s and cars on the freeway, I began thinking this is a bad idea.
“Auntie, Can I tell you something?”
“What? Baby what!” my tears started to fall from my eyes and soon she was crying too. I then told her I was pregnant, more tears started to stream down our faces. She held my hand and reassured me that everything was going to be okay.
Flash backs of my childhood soon came to mind. She was my best friend growing up. Always around when I needed her help, whether it was homework or cooking; she was by my side.
