A few years ago my sister and I were in a relationship with each other.

A few years ago my sister and I were in a relationship with each other. It didn't last long. We tried to keep it a secret, but we were caught sometimes. Almost always when I was in our bed, back in the day when we still shared one. Before I knew it, I was pregnant. My parents were shocked when they found out. My dad was very mad. He accused me of being a bad example, since the younger boys were still in puberty back then. But that didn't stop them from being over excited. They were mad at me, and my dad wanted me to have an abortion. But I didn't want that, since the embryo was as much mine as my sisters. I was happy. My mother told me to abort, since our dad wanted me to do so as well. I said that I wanted to keep my kid. She was furious. She said that dad would be angry, and that ruined the atmosphere at home. But I didn't care. I wanted to be a mother. The relationship I had with my sister ended when we kept being interrupted by our parents. Since they hated the relationship, they started to keep us away from each other. I was sad, but I had to raise our baby girl. I was 13 back then.<br>I kept saying I was happy to be a mother. My parents assumed I was lying. It didn't help that I was in pain. With each kick I got I was screaming in pain. But with each kick I got I was delighted! My happiness was genuine! My parents thought I was talking crap, but they wanted to show me that I was wrong. I was young, and surely my kid would constantly make me suffer. So I got through the whole pregnancy with my parents. My dad helped since my mother was broke. My father was happy about the baby, but mad at me. He said I was a bad example. He said that I didn't think as well as he thought. My brother constantly did a piano concert for me when he saw me screaming in pain. But with each kick I got I was delighted. I was truly happy to be a mom. My parents thought I was telling them lies when I said I was happy all the time. But I enjoyed each kick. I was tired and sad, but that was my baby, so I was delighted.<br>My baby girl is now 4 years old. She has long, brown hair and big, brown eyes with golden analemma. She is always calm, bright and wiggly. She likes to talk. My parents love her, but I'm still the bad girl. They say that I got pregnant too early, and that I'm a bad example for my brothers. I'm not mad at them, though. Because my daughter is here. I'm glad I didn't abort her. I'm so happy to have her in my life. She's smart and cute. I love her. I'm glad my son and niece are with us as well. They're just as smart and cute as my daughter. I'm so happy to have them all. But my parents don't understand me. They don't see how happy my babies made me. They don't see how happy that relationship I had with my sister made me. They don't want to understand me. But I'm still happy.