Her Sacrifice
...ble. “Another waiting room,” the frustrated teen thought to her-self. Nearly half an hour later, Dr. Dahl entered the room. His weary posture and the heavy pockets of his lab coat stooped his short stature even lower. His white hair had the matted look of old carpet. In a flat weary voice he issued her sentence. “Your test results came back positive Miss Wilson. You have three options for the fetus. One, you can abort and continue with your life. Two, you can carry the fetus to birth and give it over for adoption. Three, which I would not recommend due to your young age, you carry the fetus to birth and keep the baby.” The eyes of the girl sitting in the ugly orange and blue office chair opened wide as the realization of her predicament sunk from the doctor’s words and into reality. Before, she could believe that it might not be true, that there was another explanation for her illness, but now the shock of the truth hit her like a ton of bricks. Kayti walked down the hall, through the automatic doors of the office and into the cold January air. She didn’t notice that she had forgotten to put her jacket on or that the snow was piling on her bare skin. She was thinking of all the things she had worked so hard for in spite of her sparse upbringing, of her Varsity Field-Hockey Team and her position as Valedictorian. Kayti thought of her vow tha...