“I don’t want to be a mother.” There, I’ve said it, the truth. I don’t want a baby to take care of.
“You’re going to have a baby.”
“I’ll get an abortion.”
Sister Bess stared at her for some time. “I can’t believe you said that. Abortion is murder. And it’s illegal. Life is precious. A baby is a gift from God!”
“A gift from God?” Della stared at her in disbelief. “How am I going to take care of a baby?” She buried her face in her hands.
“God doesn’t give you anything you can’t do. You’re going to go to school, get that graduation certificate, find a job, and support yourself and your baby.”
“But how can I work if I have to take care of a baby?”
“You will have to find someone to help with your child. But trust in God’s care. He’ll work it out for you.”
“I don’t know about God. He’s never helped me before.”
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