Your Little Girl

Just to give you some background, this post/short story today is based off of this saying: "Abortion does not make you un-pregnant, it makes you the mother of a dead child." I'm writing from the viewpoint of an unborn child. Solemn words make a solemn story.

Mommy? I can hear you and Daddy talking about me. You say I'm a mistake, that I will mess up your lives. I know you're scared and you didn't mean for me to happen. But even though we've never met, I love you and Daddy. If you just give me a chance, I know you'll love me too. 

I'm scared because I can hear you and Daddy arguing about me. I don't want you and Daddy to fight. I'm hurt because you keep talking that you don't want me and there are ways to make it like it never happened before it's too late. Too late? It's already too late!! I feel, I think, I love, I'm alive. And even though you don't want me, I still want you. Just give me a chance. God has shown me what our lives can be like. All the days, good and bad, that just make our love stronger. The day I graduate high school, we both cry because we're both scared of the unknown. The day you and Daddy meet my boyfriend. A couple years after that when I'm graduated from college, you and Daddy walking me down the aisle to my soon-to-be husband. He and I having a child of our own. I want all of that, and deep down inside you must want that too. Please, please let me live. 

Now we're at the clinic. The nurse is telling you what is going to happen. Mommy? I'm scared. I don't want to die. I haven't had the chance to live yet. I just want that chance. I know it's too late though. I wish you could hear me. Even though you don't want me, I love you. The nurse puts something sharp in your arm. I'm starting to feel tired and sleepy. I can feel myself slowing down. 

But it's starting to burn. Mommy, it hurts. Please make it stop. I weep softly knowing that this is the end. The end before the beginning had a chance to start. It hurts too much Mommy. But suddenly God is there, holding me in His arms. He tells me that we will one day meet again. Please start going to church with Daddy. Then we really will meet again and by then I will have forgiven you. Before I go, Mommy I want to ask you something. Why was it so terrible that I live? How could you do this to me, your little girl?

That was very hard to finish. I stopped several times because I could no longer see my screen. Human life is sacred, even from the moment it is conceived.
I want to take this moment to thank my parents for never even considering murdering their children. No words can describe how much I love you Mom and Dad!!