#abbortion

[currentlyeatingdirt]

I went to my town's Christmas earlier and no less than half the cars were flying blue lives matter flags and there was a whole float dedicated to "praying to stop abortion"....... God I can't wait to move away for college

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Everything Will Be Alright

        Mom says that I’m her favorite little girl.  I don’t know what she looks like, but I can hear her voice every morning.  I can feel her rubbing her stomach as she talks to me.  Except, she wasn’t always happy when she talks.  I hear her crying every now and then or sometimes even mad.  I don’t try to be a burden to her, neither does my brother. I think my name is Sarah, or at least that’s what she calls me.  I don’t know what my brother’s name is though.  She never calls him by anything.  Every now and then, I can hear another voice, she calls herself Grandma.  She mostly only comes when I hear Mom crying though.  The last time Grandma came, Mom was crying a lot, and Grandma kept telling her that everything would be alright.  She said that she would take care of everything.  What does she mean by take care of everything?  Does she mean me?  When Mom woke up the next morning, I could feel her shaking.  She kept pacing back and forth as she rubbed her stomach really fast.  After a while, I heard Grandma come next to Mom and ask her if she was ready to go.  When Mom told her that she was, I heard Grandma tell her again that everything was going to be alright.  I still didn’t know what she meant.  Mom walked a little way and then sat down on something.  She didn’t move, but I could feel her shaking even more.  Mom and Grandma were talking about something that I couldn’t understand, but all I was thinking about was what Grandma had said.  After a while, Mom stood up and started walking.  At one point, I heard her say, “Mom, I don’t know if I want to do this anymore,” but all Grandma said was what she had been saying all day.  “Everything will be alright.”

            Mom stopped walking and I heard Grandma say, “Hi. We have an appointment, this is Jane.”  I had heard that name before.  Grandma had said it a lot.  She then moved a little more and sat back down.  Someone said, “The doctor will see you shortly.” What’s a doctor?  That’s when Mom really started to shake.  She shook faster than she had all day.  After a while, someone else that I had never heard before started to talk.  He kept saying things that I didn’t naturally didn’t understand.  I didn’t understand any of it until he finally said, “Okay, let’s get started then.”  That’s when Mom rolled over onto her back.  At first nothing happened.  All I could hear was the sound of Mom crying.  And then, a long stick-like thing punctured a hole in the placenta.  It sprayed something, except it sprayed it all over my brother.  It then opened up and grabbed onto his leg.  I was so scared.  What did my brother ever do to deserve that?  He didn’t deserve to be treated like that!  Slowly, I watched as they took my brother piece by piece.  I was so confused.  Why did they have to take my brother away from me?  He never did anything wrong!  Why did they take him, when it was all deserved for me?  Why couldn’t they have taken me instead?  She obviously didn’t want me, not my brother.  After my brother was gone, Mom began to breathe really rapidly and everyone started to become frantic.  Then I saw the stick-like thing again.  This time, I knew, it was coming for me.  I knew that I would never hear anyone’s voice ever again.  And right in that moment, I heard the words I had heard all day.  The words of my Grandma saying, “See, I told you everything was going to be alright.”  That’s when I chose to believe her for the first time that day.  Those reassuring words were the last words I ever heard.