I was an accident. Not a mistake. An accident. I was never supposed to born. My mom never asked for a second child.

So for some reason, my mom couldn't get pregnant, but she wanted a kid really bad. So hospital stuff, injection and shit and she was able to get pregnant. My brother was born.

My mom was fine with it. She didn't ask for a second one. But there was a thing.

Once a woman that couldn't get pregnant gets pregnant with other methods, her body gets used to it and she could now get pregnant naturally.

And my mom didn't know that. She got pregnant again. But she didn't complain. Then, I was born.

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Today, my mom was crying. Not because she was sad, but because she was proud. Proud of me. I graduated from 8th grade, and my teachers' words made her tear up. She's a really proud mom.

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Not every accident that happens in life is a bad thing. It's up to you to turn it into a good thing. If my mom didn't want me and didn't raise me well, she would've been disappointed. The accident would've been bad. But now, she's really happy.