I Stole My Sister's Baby Because She Is A Horrible Mother
Hi everyone, my name is Hayley, I'm 16 years old. I have to confess, I committed a crime, and I got away with it. But I don't have a guilty conscience, because I did it to save a child's life.
I have to introduce my sister first. This is Amanda, she's one year older than me. You know, older sisters usually set an example for younger ones. They help with household chores, school, and personal problems. In my case, everything was the exact opposite. Amanda is a great example of how you should not live. From the age of 16, she started hanging out with older guys, going to endless parties, and disappearing from home for a few days at a time. After just a few months of this life, she had changed a few guys, gotten herself a tattoo, and our parents picked her up from the police station twice. Obviously, she had fallen in with a bad crowd, and succumbed to its influence. The worst thing was that she didn`t want to listen to anybody, neither our parents, nor her teachers. So I just watched how Amanda lived and did the exact opposite. I tried to be a good daughter so my parents wouldn't be so unhappy. But it was difficult. My mom and dad tried to influence Amanda`s behavior, but very soon they got used to it, and gave up any attempts to change her. I think, Amanda was lost to them, and they were just waiting for her to turn 18, so they would be absolved of any responsibility for her actions. But after another month, she came home in the morning, and told us the news, from which my mother almost had a heart attack.
She came into the house while we were having breakfast. She looked very tired. Apparently, partying all night wasn't that easy. The first thing she said to us wasn't "Hi", or "How are you?" In a sad tone, she told us that she was pregnant. For a few minutes there was complete silence in the house. I guess we were all trying to process this information. Then my mother began to breathe heavily and clutch her heart. Dad wanted to help her, and I was just sitting there and not knowing what to do. Meanwhile, my sister just silently went to her room. Thank God mom was okay. But I can understand her reaction. It was very tough news. We spent the next few days fighting and arguing about what to do next. Our parents said that Amanda wasn't ready to have a baby, but she insisted that she knew better. Of course, my parents couldn't make my sister get rid of the baby. So the decision was made. Amanda was going to have a baby. I have to say, for the first time in months, my sister took her life into her own hands. She knew that she could hurt the child, so she started to quit all of her bad habits. It was hard, but my parents and I helped her all the way. We hoped that having a child would change her life and she would return to the family. I also wondered who the father was and why he wasn't around Amanda. But she didn't want to talk about him. Apparently, he was afraid of the responsibility, and just ran away. Anyway, those nine months that my sister was carrying the baby were quiet and happy.
Finally, she gave birth. It was a perfectly healthy baby boy. She named him Jerod. Oh, I just couldn't hold back the tears when I looked at him. His pink skin and small fingers brought up strange emotions in me, or even instincts. The baby was surrounded by care, but I still wanted to pick him up, and to help him somehow. Amanda was soon released from the hospital and we returned home. I thought we were gonna have a new life and take care of the baby and Amanda together. But I was wrong. A few weeks later, she had postpartum depression, and she began to seek solace in her old circle of friends. Amanda began to live her old life. She hung out until the wee hours of the morning again, and sometimes she didn`t even show up at home for days. This made me very angry. She was supposed to be feeding her baby, and instead she was partying all the time. My parents were always fighting with Amanda. They refused to take care of the child because they were trying to force her to babysit her own baby. But it didn't work. As a result, Amanda was hanging out somewhere with friends, and my parents didn`t want to help the child just on principal. So it was just me. I was spending all my days with the baby in my arms, nursing him, and changing diapers. I spent all my savings and pocket money on baby food, and I could barely get more money from my parents. The situation in the house was tense, and I thought it couldn`t be worse, but soon Amanda had another serious conversation.
She told us that she was going to move to New York, and asked for money to move there...
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