To My Perfect Child
To my perfect child, whom your mother and I aborted during our college years:
Your mother and I were in love. Then she became pregnant. We were worried about our future, and we decided to get an abortion.
It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. We told ourselves every excuse in the book: our future hung in the balance, we needed to get our degrees, we couldn’t afford a child, we were too young to be parents, etc.
I went with your mother to the clinic to have the abortion done. I sat in the waiting room while it happened. When she came out, she was in tears. I comforted her the best I could, telling her that it was the right decision.
We haven’t spoken of it since.
Your mother and I have since married and raised three beautiful children. We’ve had our difficulties, but we’ve always made it through them. But I was never really happy. I came to Christ partly because I realized what we did to you was so wrong.
I regret every day not loving you more; I regret every day for being so selfish. I see our three wonderful children we have now, and realize that you could have been just as wonderful.
You are perfect, and I miss you terribly. Please forgive your mother and me.