My body is growing everyday, my hands have formed so I can touch her life in a special way.
My heart has formed and is doing fine, I have all ten toes and her tiny nose. I have my daddy's face and gentle smile, only a little while to go and I'll be ready to enter the world with a loving shout.
I am pretty excited, I think it will be fun! Not long now, I am ready to live, I will have a wonderful. I have so much love to give!
Oh no, please God I want to live! Make her see
what a good person I'll be. Show her that it's not her life to take! I have to go now it is too late, she's made up her mind it was her choice to make. I forgive her she's so young, maybe it is for the best. Or maybe it will be her biggest regret. The part that hurts the worst is that they will never even bury me, I'll never have my own name. I'll just be statistic, a life better taken. This is my real life, one that goes unlived. What you read before was a dream from a mind they thought couldn't think. My life, the one my mother chose to take.