Diary of an unborn child
August 7th : Today, my life began. My parents are unaware yet. I am smaller than a grain of mustard seed. Everything is decided that I shall be fair, with even dark hair and hazel eyes.
August 17th: Some say I am not real yet that only my mother exists but I'm a real person just as a crumb of bread is still a bread.
August 29th: My mouth is just beginning to open. It is so exciting to think that in a year's time, I shall be laughing and even talking. I cannot wait to say "Amma".
September 14th: Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Cute, how shall they seem. I will pull my mother's hair with them.
September 22nd: Today my existence was disclose to my mother. Oh! How happy she must be. "Are you happy mom?"
September 25th: My parents are most probable selecting a name for me. They donít know yet that I'm a girl. I want to be called Diana. I'm sure my parents do love me.
October 9th: My hair is growing. It is smooth bright and shining. I wonder what kind of hair my mother has.
October 13th: I am just about to see. Around me is dark. Soon I will be out and see the world full of sunshine and flowers. Most of all, I want to see "Amma".
October 23rd: I wonder if they can hear my heartbeat, strong and healthy lub-dub.
They say one in a hundred children have a sick heart. But my mother will have a healthy little girl.
October 26th: Today, they saw me on a monitor. They found that I am female foetus, their Diana.
October 29th: Today my parents killed me. I was murdered in my mother's womb itself.
No one heard my silent scream, All my dreams shattered!
Note: This article was taken from a magazine called"chennagam"
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