Dear Mommy, 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 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. 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
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. Oh, how I begged it
to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. 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. 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 to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, and He 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
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.
Love,
Your Baby Girl
*~Please**Mommy**Please~*
Aborted at 7 weeks.
Aborted at 8 weeks.
Aborted at 9 weeks.
Aborted at 10 weeks.
Aborted at 11 weeks.
Aborted at 22 weeks.
Aborted at 24 weeks.
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PRO CHOICE??? DO YOU THINK THESE BABIES CHOSE TO DIE???
This Is Dedicated To The Memory
Of All The Aborted
Babies Throughout The World.
JESUS 
He keeps watch over
everyone.
Please pass this on to as many people as u can.......if u have a heart u will.........i sent it to u so u cuz i kno u hav a heart n will send it to others, so that they will kno what happens to their child and all the pain the baby goes through when they abortion their baby.