My phone rang, and I saw that it was my baby sister calling me. My heart stopped.
My thought process went something like:
Oh no, she's pregnant.
Oh no, she's been arrested
Oh no, she's run away and is in DC...Oh no, she's in jail, in DC and pregnant.
|Dani at 13|
You see, in addition to my entire family having a fairly flexible view of the law, we also tend to have a "you got yourself into it, get yourself out" attitude. This type of view was awesome because it fosters a since of true independence...as a kid I knew if I wanted to take horse back riding lessons, I had to find someone to pick me up and drop me off, I also had to figure out how to pay for the lessons myself. But, this lifestyle also has issues, in the sense that I learned fairly young, if I never ask for permission, it cant be denied.
Which is great, until you think about having teenagers running around, doing whatever they can figure out how to do, and the only consequences are, having to figure out how to get yourself out of trouble.
On top of all of these things, being the youngest comes with special issues of its own. She felt, probably subconsciously, that she had to out trouble all of her older siblings, and seeing as how I moved out when I was sixteen, the next youngest sister became a drug addict, and the next youngest sister dated a drug dealer...we set the bar kinda high.
So the, getting pregnant, arrested and running away seemed fairly run of the mill, but ever since the showing up in DC unannounced at fourteen, I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop.
So the phone rang (I've also got to add, she never calls me unless she is in trouble) and my heart stopped. And I decided, I had to answer it, because the only thing worse than knowing is not knowing. And I learned...that:
My baby sister got into her first choice college!
|Dani (15), Keaton(foster bro), Mom & Dad|