This story will make you cry... It made me cry.
Dear Mommy,
I am in Heaven now, sittin on Jesus's lap. He loves me and cries with me; for my heart is broken not to be your little girl.
I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began to realizing my existance in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days I felt a special bonding between you and me.
Sometimes I heard you crying and cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. Daddy yelled back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.
That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. 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, 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 arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop. 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 say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy but I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my bones breaking, above all.
I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I can 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 but now, 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 though my physical pain was gone. The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, my Father. Then I was happy.
I asked Him what the thing was that killed me.
He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion is. maybe 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 girl. I trie very hard to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the moster was to stong, it ripped my arms and legs offand finally it got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to be hapy and tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion moster.
I love you and would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.
Love, Your Baby Girl.
Abortion is wrong. These little human beings have feelings, too and you have no right to judge over it. You shouldn't have had sex in the first place. If it was an accident or you got raped, why punish the baby for it?! It's better to give it free for adoption.