Helplessness

Helplessness

It was the end of February last year when my sister came to me and begged me to help her and keep the secret of her unborn child just beginning to grown inside her.
Through the weeks and months following, I fought a constant internal battle. On the outside I supported, loved and became the only constant in her life. The only one who knew, the only one able to be depended on. But internally I had a stronger struggle. The one against my conscience. “Should I tell our parents?” Yes. “But then she’ll feel betrayed by me and won’t trust me.” Do what you know is right. “But I don’t know what is right! Can’t I just silently love her?” You know better. “Am I accepting her sin as being easily forgiven and forgotten?” And on the war wages, bringing waves of pain, grief and an increasingly frantic need to do something.
Spring passed, then summer, its time to go back to sch...