Mommy,

I am in Heavennow, sitting on Jesus' lap. Heloves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken.

I so wanted tobe your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened.  I was so excited when I began

realizing myexistence.

I was in adark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers andtoes. I was pretty far along in mydeveloping, yet

not near readyto leave my surroundings.

I spent most ofmy time thinking or sleeping. Evenfrom my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and

me.

Sometimes Iheard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, thencry. I heard Daddy

yellingback. I was sad, and hoped youwould be better soon. I wonderedwhy you cried so much. One day you

cried almostall of the day. I hurt for you. Icouldn'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, butthere was no sound. I guess theyhad you all pinned down

because younever once tried to help me. Maybeyou never heard me. The monstergot closer and closer as I

was screamingand screaming, "Mommy, Mommy,help me please; Mommy, help me."

Complete terroris all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Thenthe monster started

ripping my armoff. It hurt so bad; the pain Ican never explain.

It didn'tstop. Oh, how I begged it tostop. I screamed in horror as itripped my leg off. Though I was in such

complete pain,I realized I was dying. I knew Iwould 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 thananything to be your daughter. Nouse now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the

terrible thingsthey had done to you.

I wanted totell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words youcould understand. And soon

no longer I hadthe breath to say them; I was dead. I felt myself rising. I wasbeing carried by a huge angel into a

big, beautifulplace.

I was stillcrying, but the physical pain was gone. The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap.  He said He

loved me, andHe 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 don't knowwhat abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm writing to saythat I love you and to tell

you how much Iwanted to be your little girl. Itried very hard to live. I wantedto live. I had the will, but Icouldn't;

the monster wastoo powerful. It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It wasimpossible to live. I

just wanted youto know I tried to stay with you.

I didn't want todie. Also, Mommy, please watch outfor that abortion monster.

Mommy, I loveyou and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.  Please be careful.

Love,

Your baby girl

This waswritten by a 16 year old girl on the horror of abortion from the

baby's point ofview, and submitted by Connie Jones.