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the wallflower  Wallflower (wall·flow·er)
As the term suggests, I shy away from a lot of things, parties and balls/dances being top 1 and top 2 respectively. I'm a small girl you won't probably notice in a crowd. On top of that, I'm a natural klutz, the holder of a seemingly record-breaking list of misplaced items, an amateur anything, and an over-thinker who oftentimes lets her head rule her heart. I'm still normal okay, don't get me wrong. haha... I'm a kid at heart who is easily pleased with simple things. One who carries a pinch of optimism, a tinkling of charm, and loads of laughs. I'm still trying to find my place in this vast expanse, but I'm having tons of fun along the way. I'll find that light someday, I'm sure! But for now, I'll slow things down a bit and enjoy the ride. My life's not the most spectacular thing that you'll come across, but it's worth a look :)
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Thursday, February 18, 2010, 12:43 PM
 I was looking through my old journal and I found this. I was brought to tears again, just like the first time I read it. *** Dear Mommy, I am in Heaven now, meeting my creator always. He loves me abundantly. 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 existence. 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 God and He blessed me. 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 who hated my landing on earth as an innocent lovely kid. 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. But, mummy, I am totally happy here in God's abode and I've plenty of friends to play with. Only cheerful faces are visible here. I shall wait here for you to join us. Dear Mommy, God had told me that no SELFISH people should be here! I have no doubt that my mommy was very nice and I will recommend to God for you and loving Daddy. 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 *** I've always felt strongly against abortion. It's sad that people actually deprive those unborn kids of the chance to live. Personally, I wouldn't define abortion as just "expulsion of the human fetus prematurely" - that's too much. Simply put it, it's killing. Murder. "One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak." (via Tumblr). To the mothers and the fathers out there, be prepared for a baby and all the responsibilities that come along with being a parent. Kids are blessings, please love them. Be grateful you're able to have kids as there are many couples out there who can't have kids of their own. Do not allow abortion. Do not allow, literally, a life to be wasted. Labels: stories 1 comments Jenn A. |
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