Last Thoughts of an Aborted Person
Mommy, I love you mommy! I am walking down the hall now, where are we going? I'm still stuffed from dinner last night! I love it when we go places together, with all your big friends in the blue suits. Am I sick, mommy? Is that why I'm in this silly chair? Am I okay, is something the matter? What's wrong, mommy? I wish I could see you, I wish I could make you feel better. Just a few more years, mommy, then we'll be together on the outside. Don't be sad, mommy. I don't want you to be sad. Why are they putting this helmet on me? I don't like it, it scares me mommy. Why are all these people watching me, why do they hate me mommy? Is it because I helped you with that abortion, mommy? I loved you mommy, but I should not have done those things to you. We both know I am not right, mommy. So, why should we have kept that thing that would be even worse than me? I'm afraid, mommy. I'm sorry, mommy. You know I won't do it again, mommy. I never thought people would kill me for an abortion, mommy. What's that switch do, mommy? Mommy? MOMMY!