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From Statistics to Faces
Submitted by Kate on July 21, 2007 - 1:56am.
I sat on the bed and listened to the faltering words of this young girl as she tried to speak. She was crying. I felt the hot sting of tears begin to pierce my eyes but I struggled to hold them back. Maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe I should have allowed myself to cry, if only so this little girl didn't feel so alone.
She showed us the baby pictures. Her pregnant belly was huge, much too big for her 15-year old frame. Her baby girl was beautiful, weighing in at 7 lbs 11 ounces. She told us about the parents she chose to adopt her girl. They were an older, loving couple living somewhere in the South East.
"Walking out of the hospital without my baby was one of the hardest days of my life," she said, her eyes searching the floor for something to relieve her racing mind. "I've only seen my baby once since she was born, and she cried the whole time because she didn't recognize me." read more »











