From My View- Kate Ross
Note: she is 13 years old.
What do you think of when you hear the word "love child"? A baby that was conceived before marriage? An irresponsible couple? When I hear those words, I think of me and my sister, Tess. We're love children. Tess doesn't really seem to care that much. I do. I don't know why though. Tess and I always thought that we had been conceived after Mom and Dad were married. Turns out that they had lied to us about their anniversary date until we were nine years old. I mean, I guess that's what I would have done. I mean, I would exactly want my two four year old daughters running around telling everyone that their mom got pregnant and had twins before she and our dad got married. That isn't exactly the best image of our family. Yes, if you're still wondering why I said "twins," it's because I am one. My sister, Tess, is my twin. She was born first, but only by about forty-five minutes. My mom said that her and my dad's best friend named me. My mom was trying to think of names for me, and she asked Mark. He said he didn't know, so my mom asked for his mom's name. It was Ruth. Thank God my mom didn't go with that. After that, he suggested Katherine. My mom liked that, so she chose that name. There's a really long story behind the whole love child business. My mom and my dad had been dating each other for a long time. They were trying to get pregnant. I can't believe they could be so stupid! That isn't moral. My mom says it's fine, but I don't think so. I'm gonna go with the Bible. Any way, my dad got in trouble at work (they didn't tell me how, except that he had broken hospital protocol again), and quit his job before he got fired. He just got on a plane for Seattle, and got a house here. A few weeks later, my mom found out she was pregnant. She called my dad up, and told him not to come back. I don't understand my parents at all. Here they are, trying to get pregnant before they are married. Then when they do, my dad has skipped out on my mom. So, there she is, single, and barely with enough money to support herself, and a job that requires she work long hours, and she tells my dad NOT to come take care of his children. So, my mom gets an ultrasound done, and finds out that she is pregnant with twins. She didn't call my dad to tell him. So a few months later, she has me and my sister, and my dad is wondering whether he had a daughter or a son, and doesn't even consider whether he has some daughters or sons. So, after a few months with the two of us, my mom flips one day and moves out to Seattle, where she and my dad get married. That's the end of the twisted fairy tale. My sister thinks it's really romantic. I think that it is stupid, and that both of my parents were insane. I mean, I'm grateful that I'm alive, and that my mom had me and my sister, but I don't like knowing that my parents were so irresponsible, and that I was born without married parents. All of the other kids in my grade were born after their parents were married. I think so any way. I guess I couldn't possibly know. No one's ever said any thing about that, but then again, I haven't exactly gone around telling everyone. Another strange fact about my birth. My sister and I were born without middle names. It was only when my mom and us moved out here, that my dad decided to give us middle names. My mom gave me mine, Elizabeth, and my dad gave Tess hers, Markie. My dad says that Markie is the feminine form of Mark. I think he just made that up. My middle name is after one of my mom's close friends from Chicago. Elizabeth was the first person my mom told that she was pregnant. Elizabeth was there for the ultrasound and gave her the news that she had twins. Elizabeth would have gone to see us born, but she couldn't . My dad is a pediatrician. My mom used to be a nurse. Now she stays home with us. Sometimes she helps my dad at his office, but she doesn't work at a hospital like she used to. My dad has a private practice. He gave up on hospitals as soon as he got in trouble for the umpteenth time for breaking the rules in Chicago. He likes it better now. He can pretty much do whatever he wants. If he does break the rules of the American Medical Association, he doesn't get caught. My mom and dad both say the things they miss most about working at a hospital is the closeness of the people who work there and the traumas. My mom said that at the hospital, everyone knew everyone and if someone was in trouble, everyone would help them. My dad barely knows the name of his secretary. I asked my mom why she misses doing traumas so much. She said it was because you could bring someone's life back in a split second. At my dad's private practice, they don't get any thing close to traumas. The worst they get are the chicken pox. My mom says she misses her friends at the hospital in Chicago. So does my dad. We asked them why they don't go back to visit and they just say they can't . They don't give any reasons. Well, that's my life. Kate Elizabeth Ross; the love child who's parents just didn't bother to think things through.
What do you think of when you hear the word "love child"? A baby that was conceived before marriage? An irresponsible couple? When I hear those words, I think of me and my sister, Tess. We're love children. Tess doesn't really seem to care that much. I do. I don't know why though. Tess and I always thought that we had been conceived after Mom and Dad were married. Turns out that they had lied to us about their anniversary date until we were nine years old. I mean, I guess that's what I would have done. I mean, I would exactly want my two four year old daughters running around telling everyone that their mom got pregnant and had twins before she and our dad got married. That isn't exactly the best image of our family. Yes, if you're still wondering why I said "twins," it's because I am one. My sister, Tess, is my twin. She was born first, but only by about forty-five minutes. My mom said that her and my dad's best friend named me. My mom was trying to think of names for me, and she asked Mark. He said he didn't know, so my mom asked for his mom's name. It was Ruth. Thank God my mom didn't go with that. After that, he suggested Katherine. My mom liked that, so she chose that name. There's a really long story behind the whole love child business. My mom and my dad had been dating each other for a long time. They were trying to get pregnant. I can't believe they could be so stupid! That isn't moral. My mom says it's fine, but I don't think so. I'm gonna go with the Bible. Any way, my dad got in trouble at work (they didn't tell me how, except that he had broken hospital protocol again), and quit his job before he got fired. He just got on a plane for Seattle, and got a house here. A few weeks later, my mom found out she was pregnant. She called my dad up, and told him not to come back. I don't understand my parents at all. Here they are, trying to get pregnant before they are married. Then when they do, my dad has skipped out on my mom. So, there she is, single, and barely with enough money to support herself, and a job that requires she work long hours, and she tells my dad NOT to come take care of his children. So, my mom gets an ultrasound done, and finds out that she is pregnant with twins. She didn't call my dad to tell him. So a few months later, she has me and my sister, and my dad is wondering whether he had a daughter or a son, and doesn't even consider whether he has some daughters or sons. So, after a few months with the two of us, my mom flips one day and moves out to Seattle, where she and my dad get married. That's the end of the twisted fairy tale. My sister thinks it's really romantic. I think that it is stupid, and that both of my parents were insane. I mean, I'm grateful that I'm alive, and that my mom had me and my sister, but I don't like knowing that my parents were so irresponsible, and that I was born without married parents. All of the other kids in my grade were born after their parents were married. I think so any way. I guess I couldn't possibly know. No one's ever said any thing about that, but then again, I haven't exactly gone around telling everyone. Another strange fact about my birth. My sister and I were born without middle names. It was only when my mom and us moved out here, that my dad decided to give us middle names. My mom gave me mine, Elizabeth, and my dad gave Tess hers, Markie. My dad says that Markie is the feminine form of Mark. I think he just made that up. My middle name is after one of my mom's close friends from Chicago. Elizabeth was the first person my mom told that she was pregnant. Elizabeth was there for the ultrasound and gave her the news that she had twins. Elizabeth would have gone to see us born, but she couldn't . My dad is a pediatrician. My mom used to be a nurse. Now she stays home with us. Sometimes she helps my dad at his office, but she doesn't work at a hospital like she used to. My dad has a private practice. He gave up on hospitals as soon as he got in trouble for the umpteenth time for breaking the rules in Chicago. He likes it better now. He can pretty much do whatever he wants. If he does break the rules of the American Medical Association, he doesn't get caught. My mom and dad both say the things they miss most about working at a hospital is the closeness of the people who work there and the traumas. My mom said that at the hospital, everyone knew everyone and if someone was in trouble, everyone would help them. My dad barely knows the name of his secretary. I asked my mom why she misses doing traumas so much. She said it was because you could bring someone's life back in a split second. At my dad's private practice, they don't get any thing close to traumas. The worst they get are the chicken pox. My mom says she misses her friends at the hospital in Chicago. So does my dad. We asked them why they don't go back to visit and they just say they can't . They don't give any reasons. Well, that's my life. Kate Elizabeth Ross; the love child who's parents just didn't bother to think things through.