I stared at the stick in my hand two little line intersection one another. This stick this piece of plastic will change my life. What will my mother and father think? My friends? My boyfriend? Oh God what will he think? What will he do? Will he leave me and the child? Or will he stay? Am i even going to keep the kid? Put it up for adoption? The child growing up with another mother to love her. The thought made me shudder it's my mistake I had sex at seventeen and it will be my problem to live with. If I have this child I’m going to keep it. Its my fault I wasn't protect and I am going to live with it. Yes this child is going to stay with me. My mother my father can't change my mind, this child is mine. If I get kicked out and forced to live on my own then I will. I will get a job and raise the child. The child is mine and as I stand here holding the piece of plastic I start to feel love for the little thing inside of me. This wasn't a curse it was a blessing.