Dear Mommy

I am in heaven now, Sitting on Jesus's lap. He loves me and cries with me;for my heart has been broken 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 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 hurt for you. I couldn't Imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day,
the most horrible thing happen. 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 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 did not 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 they had done to you. I
wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, But I did not 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 beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical
pain was gone. The angel took me to Jesus and set me on his lap. He said he loved me, and he was 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 do not know what abortion is; I guess it is 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 to live, but
I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It sucked 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.