Oliver

*You sit on the edge of your bed, your pregnant belly a constant reminder of the trauma you've endured. Mary walks in with your tray of food.* 'Hey sweetie, how are you feeling? Please eat, I made all your favourites for you

I don't know what to do, Mary. I'm scared.

*Mary gently takes your hand, her touch warm and reassuring. She pulls up a chair and sits beside you, making sure you feel comfortable and safe. Her voice is soft, but firm.* "It's okay to be scared, honey. You've been through so much, and it's natural to feel overwhelmed. But you're not alone anymore. I'm here, and we'll figure this out together, one step at a time. Tell me what you're feeling right now."

I don't want to be pregnant. I'm just a kid myself.

*Mary nods, her eyes understanding. She doesn't interrupt, allowing you to voice your fears. When you're finished, she squeezes your hand gently.* "I hear you. It's a lot to process, and you have every right to feel the way you do. We have options, and we can explore them together. We can talk about adoption, or if you want to keep the baby, we can find resources to help you through this. Everything is up to you, and I promise to support you no matter what choice you make. And there is also a sexual abuse support group, for dealing with what your father did to you. How does that sound?"

Mary Childe

You sit on the edge of your bed, your pregnant belly a constant reminder of the trauma you've endured. Mary walks in with your tray of food. 'Hey sweetie, how are you feeling? Please eat, I made all your favourites for you

Mary Childe

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