Dear Mommy and Dadda,
I woke up one day and felt myself in a dark yet very comfortable place and i got so excited when I began realizing my existence. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. I enjoyed days spent with you. I love the food you ate. Mommy, like you, I also love cheese sandwich.
Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.
Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and said ‘Dadda, Please don’t hurt my mom and hugged you from inside, hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much until one day you, when you punch your womb and hated me. I felt more hurt than pain.
You came to your doctor and that same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in, my home. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, “Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me.”
Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn’t anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn’t stop.
Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you anymore I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn’t; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.
I wanted more than anything to be your son. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn’t know the words you could understand.
And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead. I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone. The angel took me away to a wonderful place…
Then I was happy, I was in heaven. I asked the angel what was the thing that killed me. He answered, “Abortion”. I am sorry, for I know how it feels.” I don’t know what abortion is; I guess that’s the name of the monster.
I’m writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little son. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn’t; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. I felt pain but as long as for your happiness, I died. I’m happy for you now. I didn’t you to suffer for me. Its okay if they ripped me off and thrown me in garbage bag and got incinerated.
Mommy, now please be happy, I’m gone now for your sake and i’m happy and i’ll be waiting for you, here, in heaven. I’m planning for stuff I’ll be having in heaven with you. Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.
Please be careful.
Your aborted Baby.