miscarried baby

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The aborted baby






I'm dead, my own mother hates me, why did she do this to me? I do not know, maybe because it was a hindrance to her.

I remember when he lived happily in his womb. I saw how my arms and legs formed, I was growing and I was waiting for the moment to leave to see my mother. I always heard her complain about something or someone, then I discovered that someone was me.

I do not know why you did it, mom, I loved you. I know you did not want him to be born, but what fault did I have to exist?

When I slept in my mother's warm belly, they woke me up, they took me out of there by force. My arms and legs broke and I cried in pain. I could only see my mother and other men when I left there.

When I died, I could see my mother. She wanted to kill me and not see me anymore, and she did.

Time passed and she had completely forgotten me, but I did not. I love her so much that I've always been by her side.

I was with her when she was a girlfriend and even when she got married in that big party.

I was present when she and her husband made the big decision to have a child. I was so happy! But in my joy there was still the bitterness that he never loved me.

So I decided to give it another chance. I love her so much.

I decided that I would share my brother's body to be with her, with my mom.

I was born at last but for some reason she still did not love us. As soon as he saw us he gave a cry of terror.

Mom, I love you and I know that my brother loves you too.

Why can not you love your baby? Do not you see we're special?

Is it that you do not like my head next to my brother's?