Idea from the WONDERFUL:
"Why'd you do it?"
"I gave up my childhood so she could have one."
When you're eighteen, you're expected to party, get drunk, sleep around and maybe even dabble with drugs, but not me. I spend my days and nights tending to a crying baby. Not my baby, I'm way too immature and smart to do "the deed". But my sister Sam wasn't; that's what got her Luna. I haven't heard from Sam in 3 months, not since she did the cliche thing. By cliche, I mean leaving her kid crying at my doorstep, wrapped in blankets, lying in a baby carrier. Mum refused to take her, so did my Dad. They didn't even want me to take her, but I had to. So now, because of my strong beliefs and my sister's bad choices, I'm a single eighteen year old mother.
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