Lily's Story

by Rachel B.
(Meridian, Mississippi, USA )

I was sitting in the living room, gathering my thoughts after having gotten off the phone with my soon-to-be ex husband, when I heard some rumbling in the upstairs room where my twelve year old daughter, Lily, was doing homework.

Having just lost my son to a tragic accident, I sprang up, running up the carpeted stairs.

I guess little Lily couldn't hear me, partly because of the stairs being carpeted, but mostly because of her expression.

She was shocked, but so was I.

I had just caught my little girl having sex with some guy.

The boy pulled away from Lily and covered up with a towel.

There I stood, mouth agape, staring at my preteen, innocent daughter, having just been deflowered, looking at me pitifully.

I was so angry, I shouted, "Lily! What--" but I couldn't go any further.

I remembered my first time, I was only months from my thirteenth birthday, just like her.

So of course, it would have been hypocritical to fly off the handle like that.

Besides, she hadn't gone too far with him; her shirt wasn't off, and he wore a condom.

Sure, I got him out of there and probably into a world of trouble, but I wasn't all that angry. He was just as old as Lily.

We had a talk about boundaries and the ins and outs of sexual intercourse, all the problems associated with it, and promiscuity and the dangers that come with it.

She's learned her lesson, and I'm thankful to say that now that she's fifteen, I'm okay with her having sex now.