DEAR MOMMY (letter from an unborn child if it could write)

One Day when you were having lunch with some friends, You told them you were tired of being alone. That's when your friend Anne, spoke up and asked , How do you expect to feel, when you don't even date? I know! I know! You said. Well, there is this guy at work that has been giving me the eye,but I don't even know his name,You said. Then your friend Anne suggested,that when you get back to work, you should walk right up to the man and introduce yourself. So You did as Anne suggested, walking back through the door at work, seeing the guy standing in front of the vending machine, you went right up to him and introduced yourself, you learned that his name was John. After that you and he talked everyday. The two of you were beginning to get close, so you thought. To your dismay, he still hadn't asked you out. And you began to think he never would. But Oh! One would think you had just won the big lotto, with the way you carried on so, when John finally did ask you out to dinner and dancing. Mommy you were so happy, but you were alittle too happy,because it clouded your judgement. You didn't stop to think about the consequences of your actions.And you ended up letting John talk you into going to bed with him. You kept telling yourself you were in love with him, and he was in love with you, little did you know all John wanted from you was what you gave him. Then you learned you were pregnant,at the time you were happy, on top of the world. Thinking he would be just as happy as you about me, you told him, to your shock John blew his top. He started to accuse you of being with someone else,that the baby you carried wasn't his. He took out his wallet,and some bills, threw them at you ,and told you that you might as well get rid of it,(me) because he didn't want any part of me or you. That was the last time you ever saw or heard from him. For John had quit his job and left town after that. So you found yourself alone again,with the exception of me. You were hurt,and you were angry and you had that right, you were angry at John for using you,and angry at yourself for letting him use you. But it was I,you chose to punish. After seeing the pictures,seeing my little arms and my little legs,my hands and fingers,my feet and my toes my little head,my little button nose,my eyes and my ears,and my mouth,and even the lttle part that showed you I was to be alittle girl, still you chose for me to die. Mommy why did you sentence me to death,before I even had a chance to take my first breath? You made the mistake,but it was My tiny heart you broke,and my life you took. I would cry if I could, but you didn't want to give me that chance. You didn't see me as a real live being,you only believed the horrible lie,that said I was nothing more than a ball of cells. Mommy why couldn't you see I was much more than that? I was a brand new life,a gift from God,a gift you threw back in his face. Mommy why wouldn't you listen,when your family and friends said you could have me, then if you felt you couldn't take care of me,you then could give me to a nice couple ,that would love me and take care of me, as if I were they're own. But now my chance at life on earth is gone. MOMMY, PLEASE TELL ME WHY.