I hope this letter meets you in good condition and brings change to your world. My primary aim of writing this letter is to free you of every guilt you may feel and to let you know that I have no resentments towards you. I love you mother, I love you too much not to forgive you. Also, if the message expressed in this epistle changes you and other mothers of your kind then my goal is achieved. I can proudly say I have lived a fulfilled life; something good emanated from my story. Yes mum, I have a story!
Well, I guess my story began the very moment i was conceived. That moment was the beginning of my life, the life I was destined to live. But the day you confirmed my existence, your story continued.
“You are pregnant”
The doctor said smiling expecting you to be happy about the news but on the contrary, you broke down in tears. The doctor was surprised, I was surprised. Then, it didn’t make much sense to me. Why would such news make you cry? I thought.
It all made sense to me when you met up with him that evening.
“You have to get rid of it” he said bluntly.
“The second time? I almost died the last time and you want me to…”
He walked out on you angrily, leaving you talking to your self or perhaps talking to the embryo. I would have listened mother, I was willing to listen.
From the conversation, I understood he was my father! Its was depressing to know father wanted me dead even without being born. I wished you stood up for me. I wished you defended me.
Few days later, you met father again and reluctantly said
“I am willing to do it”
“Good decision! Let’s be on our way to the clinic” He said.
He was in a hurry to get rid of me.
I was scared mother. I wanted to live because I had a lot to accomplish, I had something that would have changed the world. Most importantly, I wanted to be a blessing to you, to help you reach your dreams. I’d have been a good son even as a baby, I’d have cried less and smiled more. I wish I had the opportunity to fall asleep in your arms, to have heard you say “I love you son”. I wanted to live but there was nothing I could do. I was helpless!
Moments later, I was alone. You, daddy and the doctor murdered my twin! I witnessed how my twin died a painful death. Then, you were unaware you were carrying more than one embryo.
” what happens now”?
you finally ask breaking the long silence in the car
“It’s over, I’m done with you”
“What..? What do you mean”
“I’ve been lying to you all along. I am married!
What happened next and what you did with me when you discovered me i don’t know but I found my self in heaven! I guess I suffered the same fate like my twin and other sibling. It’s beautiful here mum. I get to see the world from here and to see how everyone there fights for their right! But who will fight for us? Who will be our voice? Can abortion ever end? We deserve to live.
So much love from
Your aborted child.