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A Life That Never Was

I always did love that one story. The one my Father always tells me. It's about a little girl, see. She was born, and grew up, had a little brother. Her momma was a little young to be having children, a little too young to be getting married after the little girl was born, but she and her man, they loved each other. They were a family. This little girl knew she was blessed.

A few months after she turned eight her momma started to drink, and her dad went away. Her brother was her only source of comfort and he was only five. She had to protect him somehow. She did, eventually. Got a job the moment she could, saved up. Let her momma drink all she wanted. That little girl, who wasn't so little anymore, could pay for things.

At eighteen she left the old house with her brother and started anew. Took on three jobs to keep him in school and took college courses online at night. On her brothers seventeenth birthday, her daddy showed up on the doorstep with a present and a little paper bag full of money. He asked if he could come in. She let him stay for quite awhile.

After years of late nights and hard days, that girl graduated with a brand new doctorate degree. She never was one to brag about her smarts. Yessir, my Father told me about how that girl, now a woman, grew. Got jobs, ideas, opportunities. Fought her way to the top. She even won a Nobel peace prize for her study and solution on how to fight world hunger. She was recognized throughout the scientific community.

That woman found a man too, a little while later. Fell in love. At the big, grand, glorious wedding that woman's mother showed up and asked for forgiveness. The woman smiled and told her seven times seventy times, like that good man Jesus once said. That little family was united again.

Here's the best part, in my opinion. That woman had a baby of her own. A little boy. A little boy who would one day figure out the cure for cancer and that woman was so proud.

She and her husband lived to a ripe old age, the world a better place 'cause she had lived there. Contributing to ending world hunger, ending disease, and finding a path toward peace. All those years after turning eight that woman died in her sleep, peaceful.

Of course that girl's story never happened. That girl's story never got the chance to happen. 'Cause that girl would've been me, but my momma and daddy decided they couldn't afford me, that they didn't want me, and my momma took a pill that killed me. Of course now I'm with Jesus, and the man who would've been my granddaddy, and I'm in heaven. But I never got the chance to help all those people down on that earth, all because I was never given the chance to live .

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So my opinion about the truth of abortion. To me it is just murder, plain and simple. I understand some abortions are because the mother is underage, or is a victim of rape. That doesn't give one the right to murder an innocent child, that takes away the baby's right to life, an unalienable right. If you can't afford the baby or you just don't want him/her there's this thing called adoption and there are organizations set up to help with medical care payments and money and stuff ( I think, if not then I should start one).

Anyway, love y'all,

Sereh