Dear Mommy,
I am in Heaven now... I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existence. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. 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. 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 you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I felt so 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 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 say how much you love me. 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 daughter. 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 asked the angel what was the thing was 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 girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It ****ed my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. 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.
Love,
Your Baby Girl
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Soo Touching! wow!! is all i can say to the person who wrote this
ReplyDeletethough provoking,would be better if you could get the authors name..
ReplyDeletep.s.up there,the first person to post a comment other than me i believe..?:P
well we both had a good day today...I got my first post(excluding yours..:P)today too..!!
check out tht govt portal article! tht was b4 this!
ReplyDeleteHi this letter is really touching and need to be given wide publicity to stop further incidents of abortion in future. Ofcourse though we dont expect people to change their opinions just by seeing this letter, at least we should make people to think...... Anand
ReplyDeleteVamsi, this adds an appeal to your blog, an appeal I can't quite express in words. You have touched on one of the numerous social evils prevailing today. Hoping to see many more 'socially responsible' posts in the future.
ReplyDeleteAnd coming to killing of 'baby girls' it's a fragment of infanticide which is still very much prevalent in the society and one major reason for this is the advent of modernity. This particular modernity is cause for infanticide in rural and urban India in different ways if you know what I mean. And I am hoping to talk at length on such issues with you. The time isn't right now. Woulda elaborated more if I didn't have a frigging Philosophy exam. I haven't been able to express myself completely. Did so only superficially. Will do it later personally.