*randomly draws in the backs of textbooks when she's bored..
*is an absolute BEAST at soccer. (made Varsity 3 years in a row, going for fourth this upcoming year.3nodding)
*runs around the house screaming when she's hyper as hell. (trust me, she does)
*really good at school (she can just sit there in class & get A's)
*enjoys watching/reading/drawing about anime.
*is a really big video game nerd but i love her for it anyhow. emo
*falls either up or down the stairs atleast once or twice EVERY DAY. (i think gravity hates this child.)
*she can not live one second with out music.
*has more money than she knows what to do with.
*practically lives in the hospital.
*used to be in a gang but I've helped her out of it (so please do NOT piss her off, I learned the hard way....3nodding)
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*when she says she loves you, she truely means it. (don't forget it)
MONTH ONE:
Mommy, I am only 4 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
MONTH TWO:
Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though. It is so nice and warm in here.
MONTH THREE:
You know what, Mommy? I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad, too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
MONTH FOUR:
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it, too.
MONTH FIVE:
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby, Mommy... your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
MONTH SIX:
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!
MONTH SEVEN
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus' arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me, Mommy?
EVERY ABORTION IS JUST...
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. If you're against abortion, put this in your profile.
