What do the pregnant girls we meet have in
common? Fear. For the time I’ve been here I have always seen that shadow behind
the looking in their eyes. There was a women who had no job, neither had her
boyfriend. I knew a girl, who was being pressured by her partner to have an
abortion, although, as she said: “she was going to kill the baby”. I met a lady
with three lovely children who had no resources, neither the time, to rise the
forth one because she was studying for getting a better job. Someone told me
about an underage girl who didn’t even know how to take care of a kid. And these
are not only stories written in this sheet of paper, this are real stories of
people that could be you.
Each woman has a different situation with a
different way of going through it. Each girl that comes is beautiful and
precious; even more than we are, because they are mothers. I heard once that
“we are not here to help the babies but their mothers”. They need the hand of a
friend to get out of the situation they are living.
Will we be able to do it?
The answer are only two words: loving them.
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