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  1. #6
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    Hazel Margaret Andrews
    Micah Paul Thompson

    Peter and Lindsey of Acton, Massachusetts. He is a lawyer and she is a day care provider
    Noah Gabriel

    It has been 4 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in journalism, moved to an apartment in Portland, Maine, and gotten a job as a journalist's assistant. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, Micah, broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life...then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

    In the months following the birth of your child, Noah, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, Peter and Lindsey. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby's progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn't help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, Melissa, and your older sister, Clara Elise, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his adoptive parents.

    Now that you are 23, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it's been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye--in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, Lindsey, is dead.

    What did she die from? Roll the dice
    Cancer

    You drive to Acton to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 4, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

    Liam Ezra
    Christopher Theo

    You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, Noah, standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap him on the shoulder. He looks up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

  2. #8
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    It has been eight years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in social work, moved to an apartment in Topeka, Kansas, and gotten a job as a social worker. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, Weston, broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life...then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

    In the months following the birth of your child, Noah, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, Troy and Faith. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby's progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn't help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, Kirsten, and your older sister, Heidi, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his adoptive parents.

    Now that you are 27, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it's been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye--in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, Faith Madden, is dead.

    What did she die from? Alcohol poisoning

    You drive to Kansas City to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is eight years old, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

    Sibling #1's name: Ella Caroline Madden
    Sibling #2's name: Logan Wyatt Madden

    You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, Noah, standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap him on the shoulder. He looks up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand him the rose, he silently accepts it, you kiss him on the forehead, and quietly leave.
    Last edited by baileyanne; October 14th, 2012 at 12:07 AM.
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  3. #10
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    It has been 5 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in architecture, moved to an apartment in Chicago, and gotten a job as a architect. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, Alex, broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life...then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

    In the months following the birth of your child, Emma, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, Elijah and Madeline. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby's progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn't help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, Helena, and your older sister, Jane, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and her adoptive parents.

    Now that you are 29, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it's been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye--in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, Madeline, is dead.

    What did she die from?
    Homicide. She was confused with someone and shot by a mistake when she was entering a parking garage in a mall.

    You drive to Springfield to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 10, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

    What is sibling #1's gender?
    girl

    Sibling #1's name: Elizabeth Ethel Rogers

    What is sibling #2's gender?
    girl

    Sibling #2's name:
    Evelyn Julie Rogers

    You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, Emma, standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.
    Girls: Neva, Hope, Katherine, Harlow, Vivienne, Florence, Grace, Nalha, Primrose, Arabella, Isla.

    Boys: Nicholas, Luke, Stephen, Leon, John, William, Henry, Victor, Fredrich, Rainer, Simon, Felix.

  4. #12
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    It has been 4 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in English, moved to an apartment in Seattle, and gotten a job as an elementary school teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, Lucas Gray, broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life...then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

    In the months following the birth of your child, Jayden, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, William and Alexandra Kennedy. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby's progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn't help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, Willow Greene, and your older sister, Althea Prescott, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

    Now that you are 27, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it's been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye--in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, Alexandra, is dead.

    What did she die from? Roll the dice
    3. Suicide
    Why did she kill herself? She was stressed about everything, and she was not happy; bipolar.

    You drive to San Francisco to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 9, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

    What is sibling #1's gender? Roll the dice
    5. boy

    What is his/her first name? Roll the dice
    3. Boy: Elijah

    What is his/her middle name? Roll the dice
    6. Boy: http://nameberry.com/list/262/Classic-Boys-Names

    Sibling #1's name: Elijah Vincent

    Sibling #2's name: Benjamin Dexter

    You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, Jayden, standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

  5. #14
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    It has been five years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in criminal las, moved to an apartment in Boston, and gotten a job as a Police Officer. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, Kellan, broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life...then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

    In the months following the birth of your child, William, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, Thomas and Clara. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby's progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn't help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, Tam, and your older sister, Alice, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his adoptive parents.

    Now that you are twenty-four, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it's been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye--in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, Clara Fenwick, is dead.

    What did she die from? Roll the dice
    1. Car accident

    You drive to Toronto to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is five, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

    What is sibling #1's gender? Roll the dice
    6. girl

    What is his/her first name? Roll the dice
    Ella

    What is his/her middle name? Roll the dice
    5. Boy: http://nameberry.com/list/250/Names-...ool-Enough-For, Girl: http://nameberry.com/list/249/Names-...ool-Enough-For

    Sibling #1's name: Ella Hermia

    What is sibling #2's gender? Roll the dice
    5. girl

    What is his/her first name? Roll the dice
    6. Boy: Joseph, Girl: Evelyn

    What is his/her middle name? Roll the dice & use http://nymbler.com/
    2. use your child's adoptive mother's first name for inspiration

    Sibling #2's name: Evelyn Claire

    You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, William, standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.
    Boys: William Thomas "Wills" | Elias Christian | Malcolm James | Vincent Theo | Isaac Augustus
    Girls: Alice Genevieve | Audrey Eleanor | Ivy Arabella | Deirdre Violet | Miranda Yvaine
    Guilty Pleasures: Eglantine | Oisin | Zipporah | Etienne | Mitzi | Lidewij

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