Zach, my 15-year-old son texted me to come pick him up from school, asking me to hurry up because it was serious. I wasn’t really sure what he meant with that, but the first thing that came to mind was that he failed an exam or maybe got into a fight with his friends.
The truth was that I wasn’t ready for what Zach was about to reveal.
Entering the car with his hoodie half zipped like he’d ran out of class, Zach said, “Mom, it’s not about me. It’s about her.”
Her? Who was her, and what was he talking about?
And that’s when I learned the truth that has changed our lives forever.
Zach’s girlfriend fell pregnant and gave birth to a baby girl, but she got scared and left the hospital without the newborn—instead, it was my 15-year-old son who signed the discharge documents at the hospital.
Zach, my 15-year-old son texted me to come pick him up from school, asking me to hurry up because it was serious. I wasn’t really sure what he meant with that, but the first thing that came to mind was that he failed an exam or maybe got into a fight with his friends.
The truth was that I wasn’t ready for what Zach was about to reveal.
Entering the car with his hoodie half zipped like he’d ran out of class, Zach said, “Mom, it’s not about me. It’s about her.”
Her? Who was her, and what was he talking about?
And that’s when I learned the truth that has changed our lives forever.
Zach’s girlfriend fell pregnant and gave birth to a baby girl, but she got scared and left the hospital without the newborn—instead, it was my 15-year-old son who signed the discharge documents at the hospital.
