Happy birthday to me. I’m twenty. I have a secret. I think I’m pregnant. I missed my period, and I’m throwing up all the time. I think this has something to do with Mom. It’s crazy. All this time and I’ve never gotten pregnant. But then she dies, and now I’m pretty sure I am. I think my mom sent this baby. It’s her way of giving me an angel. Someone to help pull me through, give me a reason to fight. I think she is sending me a miracle.
