An American December

My life is  ironic.

My name is a month.

December.

I was born in the scorching heat of July.  

My parents are tall.

I can barly stand on my tiptoes at the 5 foot mark on the pool.

I never showed an intrest in a boy other than from books.

Then I met him.

My first boyfriend was 7 years older.

7 months after we met he left me.

To go to Iran. 

For the freedom of this country he says is worth dying for at all costs.

7 weeks later I read on the 7th page of the paper in the obituary that he died.

He saved 7 children's lives.

7 seconds after finishing the article my heart tore into a 7 million little pieces.

7 days before reading that letter I found out I was expecting.

A baby that is suppose to be born the 7th day of the 7th month of the year.

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Hello lovely readers.  This is meant to be super short ,but trust me the chapters will be more entertaining and definatly longer.  I just wanted a neat prologue.  So make sure you comment if you like or didn't.  Don't forget people- HONESTY!!  Like and Vote only if you honestly felt the writing.

     With Bookish Love,

     Courtney Wyant aka cwyant3497