A young girl discovers she is pregnant at seventeen and her religious adoptive parents kick her out of the house, but she ends up finding help in the most unexpected way.

“Get out!” her adoptive mother screamed, as Kendall covered her face with her hands and sobbed. “You disgusting sinner! I won’t have you in this house with your innocent brothers and sisters!”

Kendall threw her adoptive father a pleading look, but he hunched his shoulders and turned away. He’d never go against mom, never! Her mother pushed Kendall towards the door. “The sins of the fathers! I should have known you’d be a loose woman just like your mother!”

Kendall sat sobbing on the curb in front of the house until her adoptive father came out carrying a backpack. “Your sister packed a few things for you,” he said and handed her a small roll of dollar bills. “I’m sorry, Kendall… But you know your mom…”

Kendall wiped her eyes and looked up at him. “She’s not my mom!” she cried. “And you’re not my dad! You promised to love me no matter what, that’s what REAL parents do!” He walked away then, looking ashamed, and Kendall took her few possessions and walked away.

She’d been adopted as an infant and raised in the Jordans’ home along with four other children. The Jordans were good people, but they were religious fanatics who did not celebrate birthdays or Christmas because it was sinful.

Kendall and her siblings’ lives had been restricted to going to school during the week and going to church on Sundays, and like any other teen, she’d started to rebel. She wanted to go to the movies and wear pretty clothes and lipstick.

She wanted to go to parties and kiss a boy and fall in love, and because all of it was denied her, she lost all sense of true boundaries. She had ended up involved with the school bad boy and within months, she was pregnant.

“No miracles now!” she said to herself bitterly. “No guardian angel to watch over you!” It was Kendall’s fondest fantasy, that she had a guardian angel who watched over her and sometimes dropped gifts magically into her life.

On her birthday, she’d always received gifts that were delivered through the school and which she hid in her locker and never took home. At Christmas time, she’d find candy canes hanging from the tree outside her window and a bright Christmas stocking filled with forbidden goodies.

Kendall had watched for her guardian angel, but she never caught even a glimpse of the mysterious presence. Now that she was alone in the world with a baby in her belly was when she most needed that angel.

She walked to the nearby park and sat down with her backpack on her lap. She counted out the money her adoptive dad had given her. Just over $56. It wasn’t enough for even one night at a sleazy motel.

No matter how dark and desperate things look, remember there is always a guardian angel watching over us.
Kendall started to sob again then she heard a friendly voice. “Hey there, girl, what can be so bad? Maybe momma Mila can help you out!”

Kendall looked up at a tall woman with a friendly smile. She was wearing a brightly colored flowery apron and he was carrying pruning sheers in one hand and a bunch of roses in the other.

“I’m…OK…” Kendall sniffed.

Five months later, Kendall gave birth to a lovely baby boy she named Michael. Mila gave Kendall three months’ leave before she had to go back to work, and adapting to a newborn was really hard.

Micahel cried all the time, and Kendall was constantly changing his diapers. He seemed to never sleep more than ten minutes at a time and Kendall was utterly exhausted. Then one morning, she woke up with the sun streaming into her bedroom.

“Michael!” she cried and ran over to her baby’s tiny room. Michael was fast asleep, his tiny fists under his chin, looking like an absolute angel. Kendall couldn’t believe her son had slept all night without feeding or wetting his diaper!

Then she noticed that the bottle she’d prepared for his night feed was empty and that his diaper was clean and dry. “That’s so weird!” she said to herself. “Did I feed and change him in my sleep?”

That night, Michael didn’t cry again and when Kendall woke up in the morning he was fed and dry and sleeping peacefully. “This is getting really creepy!” Kendall thought. “Maybe I’m sleepwalking or something. Tonight I’m not sleeping!”

Kendall lay awake waiting for the slightest sound from Michael’s room, and at three in the morning, she heard a soft cry followed by hushed sounds. There was someone in Michael’s room!

Kendall peeked into the room. There was a woman bending over Michael’s crib talking to him softly and changing his diaper. Kendall hit the light switch. “Who are you?” she screamed. “Get away from my baby!”

The woman gasped and Michael started screaming. Then the woman picked up Michael and started soothing him. “Hello Kendall,” she said calmly. “I’m Martha Douglas and I’m your mother.”

Martha told Kendall her story. Like Kendall, Martha had fallen pregnant very young, at sixteen. “My mother wanted me to have an abortion but I refused,” Martha explained. “So she kicked me out, and I had to give you up.

“It was the hardest thing I ever did and it broke my heart. I was determined to stay in your life, Kendall, so I saw you as often as I could and I sent you birthday presents and Christmas treats.”

“Later I finished high school and started my own business. I have a series of flower shops in the city — over thirty — so it was easy to get one of my employees, Mila, to offer you a job. This house was my late mother’s…”

“But why didn’t you say something? Why were you hiding?” Kendall asked.

Martha shrugged. “I was ashamed,” she whispered. “I know what you must think of me, especially since you’re keeping your baby… I didn’t mean for you to find out, I just wanted you to get a few good night’s sleep.”

“I’m lucky,” Kendall said hugging Martha. “I have you and Mila helping me, otherwise I’d have to give Michael up too! How could I think badly of you?”

Martha had her daughter back and her grandson too, and the two of them moved into her beautiful house. Finally, Kendall had a loving and understanding mother who loved and supported her unconditionally.