\u5ca9\u6536\u5230\u4e00\u5c01\u9019\u6a23\u7684\u90f5\u4ef6…\u8f49\u51fa\u4f86\u7d66\u5927\u5bb6\u770b\u770b.<\/p>\n
Dear Mommy,<\/p>\n
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 existance. 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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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 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.<\/p>\n
Love,
\nYour Baby Girl<\/p><\/blockquote>\nPRO CHOICE? DO YOU THINK THESE BABIES CHOSE TO DIE???<\/p>\n
This Is Dedicated To The Memory Of All The Aborted Babies Throughout The World. Please pass this on to as many people as u can… If u have a heart u will… I post it to here, coz I know u have a heart n will post it to others, so that they will know what happens to their child and all the pain the baby goes through when they abortion their baby<\/p>\n
(STOP ABORTION PLEASE)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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