Dear mommy,
Im sorry I couldn't keep my heart beating
But my undeveloped flesh couldn't keep the tempo.
I remember around week 7
I taste my first tomato
I absorbed the nutrients but
I couldn't stomach the rest
so u threw it out for me.
Although I live darkly mostly sleeping you provide.
Keeping me warm comfortable and sheltered
what more can I ask for.
My mothers love is nourished
unable to speak but u still carry conversation with me.
And I know daddy's hand when he rubbed me daily.
Mommy I miss u.. I promise you'll see how I grow up to be a good boy.
Daddy's junior fortune boy as he is fortune man.
Mommy I only wish to have held your hand
and see your matching eyes as I know I've inherited from u
but I know daddy would think otherwise because I be his junior.
But i'm my mothers son and my fathers proceedings.
You cried to me one night that I happened to be a rape baby
and I didn't understand why daddy would penetrate mommy in such a way
to make me a mistake.
But never the less I love my parents.
I could tell by week 12 that you would spoil me
you fed me treats that I only desired more of
Then all of a sudden u stopped feeding me.
I wished to ask you if you were okay mommy
but I myself was too sick to say, to sick to move.
My brain had a delay, my lungs decayed.
Killing me and furthermore killing yourself
Mommy what is the matter?
What happened to daddy daily rub making me relax.
What happened to the open conversations we had
Even upon realizing that I couldn't respond back
Mommy you told me you love me.
I'm sorry I couldn't return the affection but I promise
I was going to show u soon..
I guess you anticipated it for far too long. Y
ou were better off aborting me then to let me die..
Daddy was wrong for hurting you
But mommy you must know in the end you hurt me too.
I'll never fix my mouth to say I hate you
Because from heaven I can see its true mommy
Your an angel too and we'll reunite on better terms soon
I'll conclude this with I am my mothers son and my fathers proceedings.
Love your junior fortune boy
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