I did not change my decision.
Rose slowly packed several bags.
Before walking out, she stopped at the door and looked back at me.
“I never thought my own mother
would throw me out while I was pregnant with two babies.”
I still hear those words in my head.
The moment the door closed behind her, I went into the nursery.
The two cribs were still there.
Tiny clothes were neatly folded in pairs.
Two little blankets were waiting on the shelf.
And on the table were the two stuffed animals I had bought that afternoon.
That was when I finally broke down and cried.
Now I am left with questions I don’t know how to answer.
Nathan still doesn’t know the whole truth.
I don’t know whether the twins are really his.
And worst of all, I don’t know where Rose is right now or how much she hates me for what I did.
Part of me believes Nathan deserves to know the truth before he spends the rest of his life raising two children while believing they are
his.
But the other part of me keeps saying:
She is your daughter.
She is only 19.
She is pregnant with twins.
And you sent her away at the moment when she was most vulnerable.
That is why I need your opinion.
If you were in my place, would you tell Nathan the truth?
And did I do the right thing by making Rose leave—or did my anger and sense of betrayal become stronger than my love as a mother?
