It was a rainy afternoon that Mrs. Wilcombe had off when she decided to step in and find out what was going. She knocked on her daughter's door. Teresa's voice said for her to come in. Inside, she found the room in disarray. Teresa was curled up on the floor with a blanket wrapped around her. Her face was red and tearstained.
"Teresa? Honey, are you okay?" Mrs. Wilcombe asked.
Teresa just looked up at her. "Mommy? Mommy, come sit with me please."
Mrs. Wilcombe, confused, sat down with her daughter on the floor. "Baby, what's wrong?"
"Mommy, I've been bad. I've done something so wrong…"
"Teresa?"
"I'm pregnant," Teresa wailed, tears flooding her eyes.
"You're…what?" Mrs. Wilcombe asked.
"I'm gonna have a baby, Mommy," Teresa sobbed. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry… Please, please don't leave me, Mommy. I can't do this alone. I'm sorry…"
Mrs. Wilcombe was in shock. "I…"
Teresa's arms wrapped around her, and the grown girl climbed into her mother's lap. Mrs. Wilcombe also began to cry as her daughter, her baby, clung to her sobbing.