It only takes five minutes to change a life Standing in front of the bathroom with a scared face staring back at me, I set my timer to five minutes. I was overcome with fear, I could not stop shaking. As the timer got down to thirty seconds, I closed my eyes, I thought when I opened them this would have all been a bad dream. Upon the sounding of the timer, I flipped over the little plastic, pink and white stick that would determine my future. There was my answer, and it was the one I was dreading. Two dark pink lines showed through the result window, and I burst into tears, knowing my life would change substantially. I was no longer the same person. What would I do? How would I be able to take care of another person, when I was a child, and I could barely take care of myself? I had no clue what the future would hold. All I could do was ask why I was so careful, more careful than most adults. I was using two forms of birth control, and yet I still got pregnant. My boyfriend and I did everything we could to prevent this from happening. Being pregnant at fifteen was the scariest thing I have ever endured, but I now could not imagine my life any other way. Going to throw my life in loops, but I soon found out it would be the most amazing adventure I would ever endure.
My now fiance and I, along with our entire family, are religious. We usually attend church two to three times per week. As my fiance and I progressed in our relationship we knew what was wrong and what was right and yet we did what was wrong anyway. When we made the decision to have sex we knew it was wrong, but the passion and lust were too strong, and we gave in to the pressures of our relationship. I was sitting on the bathroom floor when I finally managed to pick myself up off the floor and mustered up the courage to dial my phone, I froze, and I was overcome with fear. As I garnered up the strength, I picked my phone up once more and I forced myself to press the lime green call button, two rings, and he picked up. I tried to speak, but the words felt like bricks that we trying to force their way out as I continuously sobbed. In a shaking, terrified voice, he said hello, he already knew by my soft whimpers on the other end of the phone, I tried to compose myself enough to speak, but I couldn't I once again began to sob. In that moment we knew our lives would never be the same, and we had to come to accept that. I was pregnant at fifteen.
As I look up into the mirror, tears streaming down my light olive skin, the only two things I was capable of doing were sobbing and thinking about my family. What would they think of me? Would they accept our growing family? Would we be shunned at church? How could I face them knowing that I was harboring this life-altering secret? Every look they would give me from here on out will be filled with judgment and disappointment. The next question I asked myself while sitting on my cold white bathroom tile, with my long sandy brown curls hang...
