Even though Annabelle was young, she knew she would eventually be a good mother. She was convinced that if she was diligent and learned everything she could on the matter, that by the time the baby was born, she would be fine. Her mother wasn’t so sure.
“You’re only a child yourself. How will you raise one?” her mother had asked earlier.
“You were only 18 when you had me. Almost as much of an amateur as I am,” Annabelle replied. “And you didn’t do a bad job.”
“That’s debatable,” her mother snorted. “You are pregnant at 16.”
“That’s not your fault, Mom.”
“Maybe it is,” her mother said. “I worked all the time. Maybe I didn’t nurture you enough or give you enough attention.”
“No, Mom,” Annabelle assured her. She gave her mother a hug and then added, “I just wanted attention from John as well.”
Her mother laughed. “You certainly got it.”
Annabelle laughed too and mother and daughter held each other close.