He had a dark look on his face, his nose was upturned and he was scowling down at something long and skinny in his hands. I cleared my throat and asked if everything was ok and that seemed to snap him back into reality. His eyes shot up to me and look of disgust crossed his face. His hand lowered slightly and I could see the positive pregnancy test in his had. He threw it down at my feet.
I know you are in heaven,
Growing up, we all count on our parents to teach us. We depend on them, and sometimes, they depend on us. They teach us how to brush our teeth, how to go to the bathroom, and even if we don't realize it, they teach us how to love. They mold and shape us and we do the same, in a way, to them. Now, some of us are lucky. We are born into happy, full homes to someone who wants us, who already loves us. They have our names picked out by the first doctor visit, our nursery painted and ready before our baby shower. They wait and pray for our arrival. They will grow up feeling loved, they will grow up knowing they can do whatever they decide. But not all of us are that lucky.
I thought about you today,