Hi.
I’m baby.
I’m just clearing that up because you always seem to call me “thing” or “it”.
You don’t know me personally but I am the one who lives inside you.
I don’t think you like me.
I get punched every day.
But I haven’t done anything wrong.
Unless you consider existing to be wrong.
But you exist.
I am happy.
Well…. as happy as a baby in my position could be.
Yes…. that’s right.
I’m a baby.
Not a thing.
A being.
A life.
I live.
Like you.
But you don’t seem as happy as I do.
Why aren’t you happy?
I heard people talking.
They said you were happier before “this whole thing”.
Am I “this whole thing”?
I hear myself being referred to as a mess.
Why am I a mess?
Well…. Thank you for your time and patience.
You can give me up now.
Mummy. 


By Jessica......This is a subject close to my heart as my sister had to have an abortion when she was 14. If you want to add me to your msn, or email me, my addy is hotmail.
Thank you..........
         Love, Jessxx