I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' 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 existance. I was in a dark, yet very comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes.
I was pretty far along in my development, but not far enough 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 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 couldn't scream anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. And it didn't stop Mommy. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. I was in such horrible pain. I had no idea what death was, but I knew that I was dying.
And 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 Mommy. 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. That could never happen now because now I was dying a very 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. Anyway I soon 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 to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, and that from this moment on that he would love me and take care of me. He told me that he would now be 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 don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm just 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 arm 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.
Your Baby Girl