Lily was only sixteen when she got pregnant. She wishes she could tell people it was rape but, in reality it was just stupidity. Her own stupidity dumbly mixed with the stupidity of a guy named Greg that said the child wasn't even his and offered to pay for an abortion all in the same sentence.
Lily was born and raised in a Christian home, not that the situation was any indicator. And, while she wasn't ready to be a mother, she would never be ready to be a murderer. That only left her with one option. For eight months she serached for a family her child could be a part of. She met nearly thirty applicants all of them with steady jobs and homes and dreams that included children now.
Lily gave birth to a little girl on January 28th, 1987. Sixteen year later Lily looked around at the life she'd made for herself, her loving husband, two children, the dream job. She looked around at her life each day and it always went back to the same thing: her first baby, her one great sacrifice.
She knows that someday her daughter might come looking for her. Lily hopes that day comes. She wants to see the woman she has grown into and she wants to thank her. Afterall, if it weren't for that one great sacrifice, Lily might not have this life. Wisely, Lily attributes everything she has to the little girl she doesn't.
--The inspiration knows who she is. I want to thank her for letting me write it anyway.