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  1. #66
    Join Date
    Apr 2010
    Location
    Rhode Island
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    6,031
    Me: Caroline Danielle Colt.

    1. Alexander Emmett Beau.

    College: Salve Regina University.

    Subject: English Education.

    City: Providence, Rhode Island.

    Job: High School English Teacher.

    Ex-Boyfriend: Blake Michael Patrice.

    Blake's Fiancee: Alicia Jennifer Haven.

    Adoptive Dad: Nick Andrew Beau.

    Adoptive Mom: (Deceased) Delaney Marie Beau.

    Best Friend: Cadence Marianne Reid.

    Sister: Lucy Isabelle Colt.

    Delaney's Death: Alcohol Poisoning.

    Nick's Town: Richmond, Rhode Island.

    2. Joshua Edward Beau.

    3. James Emil Beau.

  2. #68
    Join Date
    Jul 2012
    Location
    Maycomb County, Alabama
    Posts
    1,258
    It has been five years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Psychology, moved to an apartment in Chicago, and gotten a job as a Children's Psychologist. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, Theo, 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, Aiden, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, Alistair and Lena Quinn. 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, Liv, and your older sister, Mary-Paige, 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, Lena Quinn, is dead.

    What did she die from? Car accident

    You drive to Albany, NY 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? Girl
    Sibling #1's name: Samantha Eve

    What is sibling #2's gender? Girl
    Sibling #2's name: Victoria Grace

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

  3. #70
    Join Date
    Jun 2012
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    It has been 7 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in gynaecology, moved to an apartment in Manhattan, and gotten a job as an OB-GYN. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, Lamar Kristian Waters, broke up eighteen months after Emily 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 Alice, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, Calvin Casper Rush and Katelynn Karen Rush-Kirby. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating Emily's progress. Mostly, these letters were from Cal, as Kate 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, Kailey Ilse Guthrie, and your older sister, Ali Precious, 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 Emily and Cal & Kate.

    Now that you are 26, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call Cal & Kate 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, Katelynn Karen Rush-Kirby, is dead.*She died in a car accident.

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

    Sibling #1's name:*Addison Mary Rush
    Sibling #2's name:*Evelyn Lamara Rush

    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 Emily. 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 her on the shoulder. She looks up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand her the rose, she silently accepts it, kiss her on the forehead, and quietly leave.*

  4. #72
    It has been 6 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Nursing, moved to an apartment in Virginia Beach and gotten a job as a Nurse. 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, Madison , you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, Paul and Charlotte. 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, Zoe, and your older sister, Sophie, 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 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, Charlotte, is dead.

    What did she die from? Roll the dice
    Car Accident

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

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

    girl

    Sibling #1's name:

    Lily Grace Higgins

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

    boy


    Sibling #2's name:

    Benjamin Paul Higgins

    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, Madison, 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.

  5. #74
    Join Date
    May 2013
    Location
    Ireland
    Posts
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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 midwifery, moved to an apartment in Castleknock, Dublin, and gotten a job as a midwife. You and your boyfriend, the baby's father, John, 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, Mia, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, Matthew and Caitlin. 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, Anneliese, and your older sister, Georgia, 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, Caitlin, is dead.

    She died from alcohol poisoning.

    You drive to Swords 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 5, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

    Sibling #1: Samantha Eve
    Sibling #2: Christopher Grayson

    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, Mia, 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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