38 and a half years ago, a woman found out she was pregnant. She had become pregnant while separated from her husband -- and he was not the father. They had reconciled, but the child was now an uncomfortable reminder of something they both would rather forget.

She was not a teenaged girl experiencing her first pregnancy; she was a mother already, and in her thirties. She didn't have to answer to her parents for what she did. She wasn't concerned about what the father would say. She had options.

She chose to give the child up. To carry the baby in her womb for nine months, and deliver it. She delivered it on January 26, 1968, at a bit after 6 in the morning.

And never saw him again.

Just wanted to post a quick thanks, and let her know I turned out just fine.

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