Personal Narrative On Abortion

I’ll never forget the time my sister told me that she was pregnant. “Taydrah can you come with me for a second?” My sister said with a serious tone in her voice. At that moment I was already expecting that something was up because throughout the past week my mom had been telling me that my sister needed to talk to me about something that was going to change my life. As I was leaving the living room where everyone was gathered all these thoughts like; is she engaged?... sick?... Pregnant?... We walked into my little sisters room and both sat down on her bed at the same time. As she began to tell me the “big news” I quickly knew what she was about to tell me. “I was going to get birth control, and as usual they ask you to take a pregnancy test.” Immediately I thought, “am I going to be an aunt?” The answer to that was a yes.

She continued but now her voice began to sound like she was going to start crying, “Mom, and multiple people thought that it was best for me to get an abortion, but the more and more I thought about the fact of what was growing inside of me the more I realized that I needed to keep it.” She explained to me how she knew that she needed to do everything to make sure this baby healthy, meaning she needed to clean herself up and not do some things that weren’t the best for herself not only so she would be healthier but so the baby would be able to grow and be healthy. At some point while she was explaining to me all of this, my mom had came down the hallway and had been standing at the door