Dear Mommy


December 01, 2020

Dear Mommy,

I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus’ lap. He

loves me and cries with

me; for my heart has been broken. 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 arm 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 Jesus and set me on

His lap. 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. 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 arm 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. 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.



Your Baby Girl

Priests for Life
PO Box 236695 • Cocoa, FL 32923
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