Triumph over tragedy

I prayed with all my heat that it wasn’t true, but when I opened my eyes I discovered the truth as my heart broke into a million pieces. As I looked at the two pink lines I thought about my life and how this news was about to destroy me.
It was a Wednesday in October when I rushed to Wal-Mart and then home. I knew my parents wouldn’t be there-they never were on Wednesdays. As soon as I had realized my worst fear had come true, I left. I wasn’t expected to be home that day; I had told my parent’s I would be with Nic until church that night. I probably drove around aimlessly for about two and a half hours before finally going to church. I knew Nic wouldn’t be there yet-he had to work that day. I waited fore what seemed to be forever for him to show up. I sat in my car and cried, cried like a baby. I hadn’t been able to cry before then; be emotions had been so shot. I couldn’t think straight at all. When Nic finally arrived, only about thirty minutes later, ...