Dear Mum,

I have decided to talk to you, to let you
know my feelings. I want to know why
you did it. My story is short. I have
stayed inside you for only three months.
I was very comfortable and warm. I felt really protected. I
know you are a special person because I ate the food you
ate. I longed for the day I would see your face. Nine
months was a long time to wait, but I was determined to
wait. I had to be patient.

One day I heard you converse with a
man about me, and at some stage you
quarreled. The man then offered you
some money to get rid of me. I was
happy and prayed that this meant that
I would at least see you, the only person
that I knew in the world: I was wrong.
I had almost forgotten the issues until I
felt something sharp pierce my tiny ear.
I jerked silently and in pain, and asked
you to protect me. Seconds later the
object came, fiercer than before. My
tiny was cut up, starting from the ears
then arms and legs. It was an agonizing
experience, my head was then cut off
and I died.

It took me a whole hour to die, a whole
hour for an innocent three months human being to be
murdered. I remember the whole incidence vividly
and I keep asking myself, what I did to
deserve that cruel death? Why me?
Why did you do it to me? And why was I
not given a chance to live? I know you are having a lot of
nightmares. You remain guilty for the beastly act. Please
explain to your God why you committed the heinous act.

Personally I have forgiven you though I
never lived to see your face. My journey
to back to my creator was safe and I
arrived safely. I was given a red carpet
welcome by an angel. I am infact,
without bitterness.

I still love you mum.

.

oneda: .

Space booker

conscience will surely prick some pple after reading this