“No, I Just Found Him And Thought He Was Cute Enough To Keep”
This story brought one of my own to mind.
I am the oldest of four children, and the only girl. My youngest brother is born when I am twelve. After he is a few months old, I learn to help my mother by giving him his bottle, changing his diaper, dressing him, and so forth.
Sometimes, I watch my brother while my mom pops into a mall store for a few minutes. One day, I’m standing and daydreaming next to a store entrance as my year-old brother naps in the stroller beside me. A pair of older ladies approach me. Indicating the sleeping boy, one asks:
Lady: “Is he yours?”
I’m a bit puzzled, but he’s my responsibility, so I say:
Me: “Yes.”
And the women walked off.
Much, much later, I realized that they thought I was a thirteen-year-old mother! And I had unwittingly confirmed their suspicions. The nosy old broads probably went away clucking their tongues about teen pregnancy and “babies having babies”.
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