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  1. #31
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    Jul 2012
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    Maycomb County, Alabama
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    It has been 9 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Drama, moved to an apartment in NYC, and gotten a job as a Drama Teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, Hayden, 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, Olivia, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, Matt and Eliza. 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, Estrella, and your older sister, Jaycee, 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 28, 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, Eliza, is dead.

    What did she die from? Car Accident

    You drive to Manhattan 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 she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

    What is sibling #1's gender? Boy

    What is his/her first name? Joshua

    What is his/her middle name? Owen

    Sibling #1's name: Joshua Owen

    What is sibling #2's gender? Boy

    What is his/her first name? Joseph

    What is his/her middle name? Simon

    Sibling #2's name: Joseph Simon

    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, Olivia, 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.
    Lovely Ladies: Astrid. India. Jane. Ramona. Thisbe.
    Fine Fellows: Atticus. Eliot. Finley. Theodore. Tobias.

  2. #33
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    Oct 2012
    Location
    London, UK (Originally from Australia)
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    It has been 6 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Art, moved to an apartment in London, and gotten a job as a Art Teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, Ryan, 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, Jacob Emmett, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, David and Carly. 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, Mara, and your older sister, Deedee, 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 26, 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, Carly, is dead.

    What did she die from?
    Car accident


    You drive to Hampstead 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 6 your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

    What is sibling #1's gender? Boy

    Matthew Willis

    What is sibling #2's gender? Boy

    Joseph Emery

    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, Jacob Emmett, standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/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.

  3. #35
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    Jan 2010
    Location
    Texas
    Posts
    630
    It has been ***SEVEN*** years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in ***ACCOUNTING***, moved to an apartment in ***BAKERSFIELD***, and gotten a job as an ***ACCOUNTANT***. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, ***JOSH***, 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, ***WILL and AMY***. 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, ***OLIVIA***, and your older sister, ***EMILY***, 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 ***26***, 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, ***AMY***, is dead.

    What did she die from? ***HOMICIDE*** She was killed by a student at school. The student was troubled, went on a rampage and killed 8 before killing himself.

    You drive to ***SAN DIEGO*** 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 ***7***, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.
    Sibling #1's name: ***LILY RUTH PUCKETT***

    Sibling #2's name: ***AVERY GRACE PUCKETT***

    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 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.

  4. #37
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    May 2009
    Location
    Iowa, USA
    Posts
    286
    It has been 4 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in trigonometry, moved to an apartment in Nashville, and gotten a job as a high school math teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, Tristan, 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, Ulysses and Ella. 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, Olivia Akers, and your older sister, Lauren, 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 24, 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, Ella Lewis, is dead.

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

    You drive to Memphis 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.

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

    What is his first name? Roll the dice
    4. Boy: Joshua

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

    Sibling #1's name: Joshua Patrick Lewis

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

    What is her first name? Roll the dice
    1. Girl: Avery

    What is her middle name? Roll the dice & use http://nymbler.com/
    6. use your child's biological father's first name for inspiration

    Sibling #2's name: Avery Jocelyn Lewis

    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.

    To be continued in Part 3....

  5. #39
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    Jan 2012
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    Your name is Gracie and you are a 19-year-old college sophomore attending University of Maine. You have been with your boyfriend, Henry, for over a year when you find out you are pregnant in the beginning of the second semester. You eventually work up the nerve to tell your boyfriend and, of course, he freaks out. But once things settle down, you two have a long, intimate talk. You tell your family the news, as well as your decision: to put the baby up for adoption.

    Your boyfriend's stepfather puts you in touch with a local adoption agency that performs both open and blind adoptions. Because you want to make sure your unborn child is given the best home he or she deserves, you choose the parents carefully, balancing the pros and cons of them all. After maybe two months, you finally pick the right couple: Patrick and Tessa of Lewiston. He is a CEO and she is a veterinarian. You arrange an interview with them a week later and they arrive very excited. You fire questions at them like gunshots, but they always bounce back. They are instantly charming. You are now certain you have made the right choice.

    Over the next seven months, you grow close to Tessa and Patrick. You decide that you don't want to see the baby, but you would like to keep in touch with them. They are perfectly fine with that, especially since you never know what could happen. Your boyfriend, however, seems to be pulling away; he says that he doesn't want to get too attached to the baby before giving it up. You can't really blame him. It's been pretty hard on you, too, but you are in too deep to back out now. Then, you finally have the baby. Your boyfriend goes with you to the delivery room while the adoptive parents wait outside.

    It's a baby girl! An hour after the baby is born, the adoptive parents say they have picked a first name for the baby, but cannot settle on a middle name. So, they give you and your boyfriend the honor of choosing.

    Gracie and Henry name the child Emily Violet. Three days later, you and the baby, Emily, leave the hospital. After an emotional goodbye, you give the baby to her new parents. You and your boyfriend watch their car depart from the hospital, then quietly walk back to his car, as he pushes you along in your wheelchair.

    It has been 6 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in biology, moved to an apartment in Brunswick, Maine, and gotten a job as a research assistant. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, Henry, 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, Emily, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, Patrick and Tessa. 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, Abigail, and your older sister, Lolah, 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 25, 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, Tessa, is dead. She died from alcohol poisoning.

    You drive to Lewiston 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 6, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

    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, Ella Clementine, after your own and the youngest, David Louis, 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, Emily, 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.

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