Dawn
It wouldn‟t ruin her, Leah thought. She would have no reason to hang her head in shame, considering the history of their extended family. And Leah wanted the baby. She didn‟t care how greatly she would have to alter her fast-paced life, how much stress she would have to endure. This child was a part of her, and she could not deny the pull it already had on her heart. Her mother, of course, sounded disappointed. “I am concerned about your mental illness, Leah,” she said. “Do you really think you‟d be a stable enough mother for the child? Some years you‟re thriving, others you‟re deteriorating.” Leah was hurt. It had been a long time since she‟d been in the hospital, and since then, she‟d shown rapid improvement. She hoped her mother wasn‟t implying that she would be some sort of “Mom
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