Chapter 1
Chapter 1
I usually liked letters that began with a Congratulations! 947
It was on my acceptance letter to NYU. It was on my awarded scholarships letter. Letters that began
with a Congratulations! were a good thing. 49
I nod, slowly, as I stare at the letter in front of me. "This is a good thing." My hands are trembling,
making the letter shake so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. 17
Not the kind of good I liked rather the kind of good you know you have to do but don't want to, like
when you know you have to clean your bedroom but you'd rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when
you know you have to do your homework but you want to go watch that one movie that just came out.
That kind of good. The kind that has a good result but there's a sacrifice to it. 131
In my case, a huge sacrifice. 6
"Emily?" 37
I look up and realize that Derek, my roommate is looking at me. "Yeah?" I say reaching for the letter
quickly. 136
"Are you alright?" he says eyeing me with his pitch black eyes. 166
"Yeah." I repeat, nodding. "Just tired, I'm going to take a nap." I announce making my way to my room.
+
I met Derek at the beginning of my junior year in NYU which was almost two years ago, considering I
am on my last semester of college. We decided to move in together at the end of the year after
becoming good friends. Living with him hasn't been a problem so far, he's a good guy. We live in a two
bedroom apartment and share the bills. +
I go to my room and shut the door then lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I have three exams this
week along with a ton of homework to do and I couldn't bring myself to start studying. A few months
ago, I received the worst news I could possibly receive. My dad had a heart attack. My family lives in
Arizona, where I was born, but I came to New York for my career because the school offered me a full
scholarship so I couldn't even see him. 230
My mom didn't tell me until he was out of danger but that didn't make me feel any better. Ever since
that day, my father has been sick and my mom had to work more in order to be able to pay the house
bills, leaving my little sister in the hospital with my dad. She is a sophomore in high school so she goes
whenever she gets out of school so my dad is not alone. 51
I've thought about leaving. 7
A lot of times. 3
I was supposed to be the miracle of the family. The successful one to make enough money to be able
to buy my parents a house. The reliable one. And I'm here, useless, unable to do anything to help. Part
of me wants to pack my bags and go home and the other part of me knows I can't throw all of this
away. I am so close to finishing school. So close to graduating and becoming a nurse-I can't give it up
now. That's what my dad told me the last time I spoke with him and I know he's right but I won't forgive
myself if something happens to him while I'm here. +
I clean the tear that was rolling down the side of my eye. 14
Of course I have a job but it is barely enough for me to pay the bills and feed myself. I don't have
enough money to send them and help my mom. So while I'm here, trying to finish my education, my
dad is drowning more in debt with the hospital. Soon, they're not going to want to attend him. 112
I didn't think it would be this hard to be a twenty-four year old. 232
My phone begins to ring, making me jump. "Hello?" I answer, quickly and out of breath. 8
"Emily, it's Elizabeth." 127
"Oh." I say, feeling a little relieved it's not my mom with bad news. "Oh! I totally forgot we were going to
have lunch together. I'm sorry! I'm on my way," I babble as I reach for my purse. 5
"It's okay. I'm outside, take your time." 5
Elizabeth is the one and only true friend I have. We met in freshman orientation, my first friend in New
York, we've been friends since then. Derek is no where to be seen, I'm guessing he's in his room, so I
head out, lock the door and get in Elizabeth's car. It's a sunny afternoon but still a sweater day in New
York. Being from Arizona, I didn't like the cold but it kind of grew out on me, didn't really have another
choice. 64
People are always saying that Elizabeth and I could easily be sisters and looking at her, I can see why.
We both have long, brown wavy hair, brown eyes, fair skin. I guess we are different in the way we
dress. She is always dressing up compared to my jeans and blouse with a sweater. "Hey." I smile at
her as she drives off the driveway. 127
"Everything okay?" she asks me. +
"Yes." I sigh. "No." +
She glances at me. "You can tell me over lunch, right now I need food." 37
I laugh. "Same." 43
We go to this restaurant on a corner that we always go to called, Patty's Diner. 57
"How's your dad?" Elizabeth asks me after we order. 2
"The same, I think. I don't know I haven't talked to mom since last week." I reach for the letter in the
sweater pocket. "I got this." I say sliding it to her across the table. 10
She gives me a weird look then takes it. "Congratulations," she reads. "Your application to the Growing
Generations Program has been accepted. You may now proceed to step two..." she reads the rest in
her head before looking up at me, her eyes wide. "This isn't-?" +
I nod, slowly. "I don't know what to do. I mean this is crazy, right? I've never had a baby, I've never even
had sex, for god's sake!" I hiss at her. 428
"Okay," she says, placing her hands on her table. "This is obviously a really serious decision you have
to make." 38
I take a sip of my coffee. "This is a good thing, right? My parents-they need the money. They really need it." +
Elizabeth puts her hand on top of mine. "Emily, this is a big decision. You have to be super sure that
you are ready to do this." 17
The idea to become a surrogate came up when I overheard a conversation I wasn't supposed to
between two girls in my class. They were talking about how college students are always broke, which
was a fact. One of them brought up stripping as a way to make a lot of money while the other one
brought up surrogacy. Of course, I had heard about it. How it's when you grow a baby for someone
else. That wasn't what brought my attention. What brought my attention is how much money the
surrogate women make. From 40,000 to 50,000, my dad needed that kind of money, maybe even
more. I'll probably just pop out kids for the rest of my life. 342
So I decided to apply, I was feeling vulnerable that day and I wasn't really thinking about what I was
doing. Now, I get this letter saying that they reviewed my application to be a surrogate mom and that I
was ready to move to the next step. 20
"My dad needs money." I blurt out. +
"Yes, but Emily-you have to be physically and mentally prepared for this. You have to go through tests
and then have to go to checkups after you get pregnant and then you have the baby and you will never
see him or her again." +
I shake my head. "I don't want a baby anyway." 395
She gives me a worried look. "You have to think about this. Really think about this." 23
The waiter comes with our food and we sit there silently, waiting for her to go away. "It's perfect timing
too." I continue. "By the time the baby is born, I'll be out of school." 3
"You'll be pregnant for graduation." Elizabeth interrupts. "Graduation, Emily. Your graduation pictures
would be ruined forever. I know you need the money but-there has to be another way." +
I shake my head. "There isn't. I can't work more because I need to focus in school-" +
"You're going to be pregnant, do you know how hard that is going to be?" 20
"Not as hard as losing my dad." I whisper. 371
She looks at me. "I'm sorry." 2
I shake my head. "It's not your fault. I know-" I sigh. "I know this isn't going to be easy but I have to do
something to help my dad, my mom. I can't be this useless." +
"Okay this is what we're going to do." Elizabeth says after a moment. "You are going to proceed to step
two but while we wait for a response for that, we are going to look for another way to earn money
quickly." 171
I nod, knowing we aren't going to find another way because I've literally went through everything. I
though about getting a student loan but I need more than a few thousands. I thought about finding
another job but I know I'll get behind in school if I did that. I don't have any friends or anyone to lend me
that kind of money. It's just me and my family, no one else. No one who can help us. 110
My only option is to become a surrogate. I know that is the only way I have to make money quickly.
Unconsciously, my hand goes to my flat stomach. I will be pregnant without having sex. I will be
carrying someone else's child and then just give it away. 311
It's not going to be my baby, I think to myself, I'll be okay. I have to do it for dad. I have to do
something. 102