[ WP ] Since more and more children are saying that it 's not theit choice to be born , a law has been passed that permits 18-year-olds to decide whether to continue living or not . Your son/daughter is turning 18 tomorrow ...

When I was fifteen, my own carelessness gifted me with the greatest gift and largest challenge of my life; my daughter, Sarah. Since the day of her birth, my family had disapproved of her, and pushed me and her mother to put her up for adoption. Three days passed while Sarah's mother struggled to grip reality; that she now had a child at such a young age. On the fourth day, she turned 18. After that, I was a single father, alone to raise Sarah. 
 
 Upon receiving word that Sarah's mother was dead, my family never showed sympathy, but only fueled their hatred for Sarah and me. A few nights after, I packed what small amount of clothes, money and other items of value I had, bundled up Sarah in a small pink blanket, and boarded a bus out of town. Sarah lay asleep against me and we headed out into the unknown. 
 
 Eventually, I was able to rent out a rundown apartment with very cheap rent. I spent the rest of my money on baby clothes, a crib, and some food. I got a job at a local back-street electronics store and worked there, occasionally smuggling out a tablet or something to sell if I was going to be late on rent. Sarah stayed healthy while I slowly became ill, but I refused to ever let anything happen to her. 
 
 The day of my own confirmation was a very special day for me. Not only had I decided to go on to continue my life, but my daughter, Sarah, was turning two years old. Although I never even went to the clinic on my 18th birthday, and my choice to live or die was never officially presented to me. Instead, I was choosing weather I should bake either a white or a chocolate cake for Sarah. I do n't remember which I choose, but that was one of the first times I remember myself smiling since her birth. 
 
 Many years later, when Sarah was six, I finally scraped together enough money to move to a new apartment. I was paranoid that my parents would one day find where I was living, and would try to take Sarah from me. My suspicions were confirmed on the day of my move, where as I loading up the old pickup truck with the few things I owned, my parents flew into the parking lot in a sports car. Things got violent fast. I do n't remember exactly the events that unfolded, but all I ever dare to think about is that I left the city with my truck and my daughter, and my parents were unable to leave in their own vehicle. Sarah told me she did n't remember that day. She was asleep in the truck the entire time. 
 
 Perhaps the largest challenge was the day that Sarah asked me if she had a mother. I had recently landed a good job as a software consultant and was able to enlist her in a private school, and she was making up years of education that she had missed as a child. I was unable to answer her, and she slowly became more and more upset with me. Things were uneasy for a while. When she was thirteen, she asked me about my own parents. I told her the entire story of how she was raised, and before long, she was wailing, screaming about how her life was nothing but a mistake and how she wished she was never born. I sat there quietly until she said that she could only wait until her confirmation in only a few short years, and stormed out of the room. She has n't spoken to me since. 
 
 I decided I would write this down for everyone who may be in my shoes. Life is unfair to us, and some are able to accept their fate better than others. I'm sitting outside of the clinic, waiting for Sarah to walk back out. Today is her 18th birthday. I have never been in the clinic, so I'm not sure how long it takes. So, Reddit, could you help me out? Is this process supposed to take upwards of six hours?
