The only thing that I ever promised my sister was that I'd try. I would try to make my life go in the direction hers couldn't. Ally said that she had wanted to go to college, and get a good start on her career. Maybe then, and only then, she'd get married and have kids. Ally wanted me to have what she couldn't have.

When Ally came home that day, she was crying. I was only eight, and didn't understand my seventeen-year-old sister at all. I tried to comfort her, though. I remember asking her why she was so sad, and she told me she would be okay. She asked me to go get mama, and so I went. I went into the kitchen, still confused. I told Mama that Ally was in the living room, crying. Mama frowned and ran to see what was wrong with her older daughter. Ally couldn't stop crying long enough to get it out. When she finally said it, Mama gasped and said that Ally needed to go to the hospital. I was only eight, and when Mama told me to get into the car, I didn't understand. I didn't know the word raped, and I had no idea what it meant. When I asked Ally, all she said was that someone had hurt her.

I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I'm sixteen now. I remember the day, a few weeks later, when we found out Ally was pregnant. I wasn't sure what to think about my sister having a baby, but when Caila was born, I loved her just as much as Mama and Ally did. I remember it all clearly. Now, I'm graduating early from high school. It was a lot of hard work, no time for friends or for boys. Mama said maybe I shouldn't work so hard, but I had to do it for Ally. They never caught the man who raped her. Ally didn't know him, and it was too dark for her to see what he looked like.

I've worked this hard for Ally, and for Caila. I'm hoping that after I go to college and get a job, I can save enough money for Caila to go to college. Caila is eight now, the same age I was when she was born. She doesn't understand when Ally and I tell her that someday she will go to college and get a job. She says she wants to be just like her mama. Ally cries and tells her she doesn't understand when Caila says that. And she doesn't need to understand, I don't think. She's only eight years old.

I'm going to be an architect. That's what Ally wanted to be. Now, though, she's a waitress. She couldn't go to college with a baby. She hasn't dated since then, hasn't gone out with friends. As much of a blessing as Caila was, she also caused my sister to be exactly what she didn't want to be. Ally used to say she pitied those young mothers without a good education. Now she's one of them, and Ally was the smart one. She didn't have sex. She said she would wait until she was married. Her first and only time, she was pregnant. She still cries about it sometimes, but she says maybe got wanted it this way. She says this is why she wouldn't get an abortion. Caila deserved a chance to have the life her mother couldn't.

All I promised my sister was that I'd try. Well, I'm doing it. I'm doing it for Ally, and for Caila. I told them I wasn't going to just be an architect, but that I'd be a writer, too. I'm going to write about people like my sister, strong people. I'm going to write a book, and dedicate it to Caila. I want everyone to know that every teenage mother has a story, and some of them are smarter and stronger than those of us who might find ourselves to be above them. Those of us who went to college, and started a career. We're no better than them. Maybe even not as strong. Everybody has a story.

A/N: This is one of the oldest stories of mine that I have, from a couple of years ago. I don't like it at all, but hopefully someone else does!