A young girl discovers she is pregnant at seventeen and her religious adoptive parents kick her out of the house, but she ends up finding help in the most unexpected way.

“Get out!” her adoptive mother screamed, as Kendall covered her face with her hands and sobbed. “You disgusting sinner! I won’t have you in this house with your innocent brothers and sisters!”

Kendall threw her adoptive father a pleading look, but he hunched his shoulders and turned away. He’d never go against mom, never! Her mother pushed Kendall towards the door. “The sins of the fathers! I should have known you’d be a loose woman just like your mother!”

She’d been adopted as an infant and raised in the Jordans’ home along with four other children. The Jordans were good people, but they were religious fanatics who did not celebrate birthdays or Christmas because it was sinful.

Kendall and her siblings’ lives had been restricted to going to school during the week and going to church on Sundays, and like any other teen, she’d started to rebel. She wanted to go to the movies and wear pretty clothes and lipstick.

Kendall looked up at a tall woman with a friendly smile. She was wearing a brightly colored flowery apron and he was carrying pruning sheers in one hand and a bunch of roses in the other.

“I’m…OK…” Kendall sniffed.

The woman shook her head and sat down next to Kendall. “No, honey, you’re not,” she said. “But you know you can tell me. I don’t judge.”

So Kendall poured out her whole miserable story and said, “So I have no money, no job, nowhere to go, and a baby to take care of.”

“I’ll give you a job,” Mila said calmly. “And I have a little place you can stay but you gonna have to take care of the baby yourself!”

“You’ll give me a job?” gasped Kendall. “Really”?

“Yes,” Mila said. “I have a flower stand at this end of the park, but I’ve been wanting to open another close to the business district. I’ll teach you how to do the flower arrangements and we’ll see how it goes.”

Kendall was smiling through her tears. “I can do that! I love flowers!”

“Well then,” Mila said. “Come along and see the little apartment I can set you up in.”

The apartment wasn’t far away. It was tiny but very clean and cozy and Kendall couldn’t believe her luck. Maybe her guardian angel was watching out for her after all!

Over the next few months, things got better and better. The flower stand in the business district was a huge success, and Mila was very pleased with Kendall. The doctor Mila took her to declared that both she and the baby were healthy.

Five months later, Kendall gave birth to a lovely baby boy she named Michael. Mila gave Kendall three months’ leave before she had to go back to work, and adapting to a newborn was really hard.

Micahel cried all the time, and Kendall was constantly changing his diapers. He seemed to never sleep more than ten minutes at a time and Kendall was utterly exhausted. Then one morning, she woke up with the sun streaming into her bedroom.

“Michael!” she cried and ran over to her baby’s tiny room. Michael was fast asleep, his tiny fists under his chin, looking like an absolute angel. Kendall couldn’t believe her son had slept all night without feeding or wetting his diaper!

Then she noticed that the bottle she’d prepared for his night feed was empty and that his diaper was clean and dry. “That’s so weird!” she said to herself. “Did I feed and change him in my sleep?”

That night, Michael didn’t cry again and when Kendall woke up in the morning he was fed and dry and sleeping peacefully. “This is getting really creepy!” Kendall thought. “Maybe I’m sleepwalking or something. Tonight I’m not sleeping!”

Kendall lay awake waiting for the slightest sound from Michael’s room, and at three in the morning, she heard a soft cry followed by hushed sounds. There was someone in Michael’s room!

Kendall peeked into the room. There was a woman bending over Michael’s crib talking to him softly and changing his diaper. Kendall hit the light switch. “Who are you?” she screamed. “Get away from my baby!”

The woman gasped and Michael started screaming. Then the woman picked up Michael and started soothing him. “Hello Kendall,” she said calmly. “I’m Martha Douglas and I’m your mother.”

Martha told Kendall her story. Like Kendall, Martha had fallen pregnant very young, at sixteen. “My mother wanted me to have an abortion but I refused,” Martha explained. “So she kicked me out, and I had to give you up.

“It was the hardest thing I ever did and it broke my heart. I was determined to stay in your life, Kendall, so I saw you as often as I could and I sent you birthday presents and Christmas treats.”

“Later I finished high school and started my own business. I have a series of flower shops in the city — over thirty — so it was easy to get one of my employees, Mila, to offer you a job. This house was my late mother’s…”

“But why didn’t you say something? Why were you hiding?” Kendall asked.

Martha shrugged. “I was ashamed,” she whispered. “I know what you must think of me, especially since you’re keeping your baby… I didn’t mean for you to find out, I just wanted you to get a few good night’s sleep.”

“I’m lucky,” Kendall said hugging Martha. “I have you and Mila helping me, otherwise I’d have to give Michael up too! How could I think badly of you?”

Martha had her daughter back and her grandson too, and the two of them moved into her beautiful house. Finally, Kendall had a loving and understanding mother who loved and supported her unconditionally.