Since it was mid-December, I put on the warmest jacket I had and, grabbing the hat I had near the door, I followed my sister out. Brittany was nervous, I could tell by the way she held my hand and sat in silence for a few minutes before she started babbling words. Finally, he just blurted out what he wanted to tell me, I was overwhelmed when I heard it; "I'm pregnant, Morgan." The words kept racing through my head, so fast I didn't know what to say. I was only eight years old but I had always been mature for my age, I knew what it meant. My sister was only sixteen, but she cared for me like a mother and I admired her like a mother. I knew that even though she was so young and people would look down on her, he would do everything he could to take care of her.