6 months ago I found out I was pregnant. I didn't tell anyone. Still haven't. One night I was doing homework and my roommate asked if I was pregnant. WHAT! How did she know? Of course I told her I wasn't. One day while I was working at preschool, I noticed a dad and little girl I had never seen before. I talked to them for a while and just knew that they were supposed to adopt my baby.
Fast forward to a couple weeks after I had the baby. I was sitting on my parents bed, talking to my parents, Delicate Rose, and my grandparents. I explained everything from how I was able to keep the baby a secret, even after my belly started showing, to how the baby's daddy didn't even know I was pregnant. While I was spilling the whole story the sun kept shinning in from the window behind me right into my mom's eyes. I was constantly trying to adjust my head to block the sun for her. I kept waiting for someone to get mad that (1) I got pregnant, (2) I never told anyone, and (3) I had the baby and gave her to her new family before anyone could see her. But no one ever got mad, or even acted surprised. They just kept telling me how amazing I was. Me? After I just had a baby and kept her a secret?
Soon someone realized what was going on and was TICKED. Naturally, it was the dog. He was mad I had neglected him for all those months that all of this was going on. He ran up to me and bit me. But he didn't let go. I could feel his teeth digging further and further into my skin. I ran to the front door and flung my arm so he went flying off outside and then hurried and shut the door. Somehow he found his way back inside again, and I started running up the stairs to get away.
Then, with my heart still pounding, I woke up.