Last year I found out I was pregnant. I was nineteen years old and was already bringing up a one-year-old. I knew right away that I could not take care of another baby and thought maybe I could help another family have a child. I worked with the counselor, Kris, on how to tell my friends and family about my decision. It was a lot to process, but I got through it by thinking of the family this little girl would have. I still receive pictures and letters from the adoptive family and it warms my heart to know she’s happy and so loved.