I have been there for her since before she was born. I stayed up with her at night. I had fed her, changed her, and played with her. I witnessed her many firsts. her first bath, tooth, step, word. I had accepted her into the family when everyone else held only anger for what her birth had meant. They had been mad that I had gotten pregnant at 16 and messed up the family name. She represented the mistake I had made. I could never understand how they could be so upset at this innocent and beautiful baby. I never understood it until I experienced it. She didn't come home after that dance. She claimed that she had "fallen asleep" reading. I believed her. How could I have bought it that easily? I guess I had such high hopes for her that I was willing to believe anything. She was Harvard bound and she was actually going to go there. I knew that she was going to take the world by storm and change it for the better. That was until I woke up last week to her throwing up. "Mom, I think I have the flu" is all that she said to me. I took her to the doctor as soon as I could and they did all kinds of tests to rule out anything really bad. Of course it would be a few days until I found out that it wasn't the flu at all that had her throwing up. She was pregnant. She was going to have a baby. No matter how much I loved her I suddenly felt so much anger towards the baby that she was carrying. That baby was going to rob my baby of her dreams. She would never go to Harvard and change the world, she would just be another…another me. One of those girls who get pregnant in high school and throws away all of their dreams for the new life that would be joining the family in short time. I knew that I would love her baby and that it would be the most beautiful, smart and amazing baby ever. And even as I thought about my daughter's baby, my grandchild, and how they could change the world, I couldn't help blaming them for taking the chance from her to go to Harvard, or even college, and change the world. Suddenly I felt the most horrific pain; I realized that I had become my family and that I didn't want to push her away because of her mistake. Mistakes happen, its part of youth, why they're called mistakes. I had to help her through this. I had to be the one who supported her and I had to allow her to see that I still loved her. She would forever be my baby, my Rory, and I forever her mother, her Lorelai.