
Scottish mother Tressa Middleton has become the youngest mother in the United Kingdom. In 2006, the girl got pregnant through her 16-year-old brother Jason. She was scared to tell anybody that her brother had sexually molested her since she was seven years old. The child reasoned that her mother already had enough issues without her. Tracy Tallons had little time for her kids since she was battling drug and alcohol addiction at the time.

Tressa became pregnant at the age of eleven, and she gave birth to a daughter. James was imprisoned for four years and the newborn daughter was placed in an orphanage. Only two years later was Tressa ready to reveal that the child’s father is her own brother. James’ paternity was established via a DNA test. Tressa suffered much after these horrific incidents and took a long time to heal. She took drugs and alcohol, and she was depressed.

The girl met Darren, her future husband, in 2011. Tressa built her life and turned to an expert for assistance. She experienced a miscarriage a year later. And her mother passed away from pneumonia three days later. After enduring these heartbreaking times, Tressa regained her strength and considered a child once again. Born four years later was Arianna. Tressa regrets that her mother never got to see her grandchild. After all, Tracey had supported her daughter throughout the birth of her first child.

It was difficult to lose a mother and a child in the same week. The fact that my mother will never get to meet Arianna was also difficult to consider. I’m confident that she would have cherished and admired her granddaughter. I was upset that my mother wasn’t there when Arianna was born because she was there when I gave birth to my first daughter. I miss her terribly, and there are a lot of memories, like the first time Arianna giggled, that I wish I could experience with my mother. Arianna acknowledged that although the birth of her daughter had brought her great joy, she was preoccupied with thoughts of her first kid.

When Arianna was born, I was ecstatic. There were moments when I believed I was never going to become a mother again. However, I also feel bad that my older daughter is not with me while Arianna is. I think about her first thing in the morning, and her state of mind is the last thing that crosses my mind before I go to sleep. I will always be her mother because I adore her. I wouldn’t be content without her. The idea that Arianna won’t have her older sister as she grows up pains me.

Tressa thinks the sisters will come together and meet at some point. The mother’s sole possessions at this point are a few of the baby’s items and her memories. Tressa preserves recollections of her daughter’s handprint, outfits, and hairpiece.

Arianna’s awareness of her older sister will never fade. She doesn’t comprehend it yet, but I’m already talking to her about it. They are total opposites. Arianna is peaceful and pleasant, in contrast to her exuberant first daughter. I tell Arianna that they would play together if her sister was present. I quip that they would definitely irritate one other if Arianna followed her. I sincerely hope they get to meet eventually. I would really value that. Tressa is going to make an effort to give her daughter Arianna the joyful childhood she sorely lost. The girl does not, however, condemn her mother.

I want Arianna to grow up in a typical environment, where she understands that she is protected and cherished. Although my mother was doing her best and I loved her, she was losing the battle. Sometimes all I wanted was a routine—to watch TV and go to bed at the same time as other families. She had enough issues of her own, so I couldn’t talk to her about all that was going on with me. I pray that Arianna doesn’t have to experience what I did. I wish she had nothing to hide from me.

Tressa’s first daughter will always remain in her memory. She hadn’t seen her since the young child was three years old.

I had no idea that would be my final encounter with her. She was terrified and didn’t recognize me. To talk to her, I had to put myself in her way rather than give her a hug. The worst part was that she meant her foster mother when she sobbed and asked for “mummy,” not me. Not wanting to make a fool of her, I was not even permitted to say “mummy loves you.”

The girl is eleven years old now. Every year for her birthday and Christmas, Tressa sends gifts, but for the past three years, she has received no reply. The girl hopes her mother’s horrific story was not shared with the youngster by her foster parents.

“I hope her foster parents don’t tell her that Jason raped me and I became pregnant.” I want to keep it out of the paper for her to read. I should probably inform her myself. When she is old enough to comprehend, I want to give her a complete explanation of everything. I would prefer that Arianna remain unaware of the specifics of my history. She is my fresh start, and she deserves a life of her own.