Sacrifice
really wanted to talk to her now, since she has lived what I’m about to go through. “Can I talk to you in private please?” I said.
    “Sure. Hey Rosie, we will be right back.”
    “Ok,” said Rosie as we made our way to the back of the building.
    “I hope they not mad at us for leaving.”
    “Girl they will be fine, trust me.”
    “Ok, you’re right about me being pregnant.”
    “I knew it, congrats girl!” she said with a smile.
    “Thank you. But at first, I wasn’t planning to keep the baby. I’m supposed to be getting rid of it next week.”
    “You and the baby daddy?” she said curiously.
    “He doesn’t even know I’m pregnant. I was supposed to be going with my best friend. But I don’t want to go through with it. And I don’t know how to tell her, since she has been there for me from the beginning.”
    “Ok, here is a question for you?” she said.
    “What is it?”
    “What do YOU really want?” she asked.
    “I...I want to keep it,” I said, still a little unsure of my own decision.
    “Then that’s all that matters. Keep your baby because YOU want to. Don’t make your decision based on what somebody else thinks you should do.”
    Her question and comment opened my eyes. Her question made me think about myself, about what I want, not about anybody else.
    “You’re right. I’m just going to have to find a way to tell her I’m keeping the baby.”
    “There is no other way around it, just tell her. If she is your friend she will support your decision.”
    “Ok, thank you for taking the time to talk to me. Now I feel a lot better about my decision.”
    “You should. And remember, babies are gifts from God. He wouldn’t bless you with a child if he didn’t know you were ready.”
    “You’re right and thank you,” I said as I hugged her with a little relief, knowing I still have to face Kira and tell her my decision, hoping she will embrace it.
    I went back to her place that night feeling like it wasn’t the right time to tell her.  The days went by quickly as I fought back the guilt regarding my decision and the right time to tell her didn’t come for me until we were half way to the clinic.
    “I’m not going through with the abortion,” I said nervously, like I was doing something wrong.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I don’t want to have an abortion,” I said.
    Kira hits the brakes in the middle of the road so hard that I hit my head on the glass. My first instinct was to hold my stomach for my baby’s protection.
    “Oh my God Kira,” I said as I adjusted back in my seat. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, but I’m kind of attached now,” I said as I looked into her face, which was now completely different.
    She did not look like the sweet, warm hearted Kira I knew. She became somebody who I was now afraid of at that moment.
    “So you telling me you keeping it?” she said, while we were still in the middle of the road.
    “Can you please move out of the road first, please,” I said calmly.
    She moved to the side of the road and continued, with no emotion in her tone; “So now what are you saying?”
    “I don’t want to kill my baby.”
    “Girl are you fucking crazy?” she said with anger, “Do you know what will happen if you keep this baby? I mean what the fuck?”
    I was too afraid at this point to get my point across to her as to why I wanted to keep my baby. I was now feeling guilty based on her reaction.
    “I’m so sorry,” I said, beginning to tear up.
    “Sorry don’t help this situation right now!”
    I sat silent feeling very uncomfortable, not knowing what I was supposed to say to make her accept the decision I had made for myself.
    “So what are you going to do?”
    “I still want to keep it,” I said hoping she decided to accept my decision.
    “Good for you, but that is not what I meant. What are you going to do about staying now? I mean I can’t help you anymore if you trying to keep this baby, knowing that we both made a

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