Young Adult / Unborn Child
Gracie,
Gracie, honey? Mommy -- heh -- Mommy couldn’t write you a poem. So she decided to write you a letter instead. I love you, Gracie. I wonder if you’ll look like the little girl in Tamara’s dream? With pretty long brown hair and large brown eyes. Will you look like that? Like me? Or will you take more-so after whichever one is your father? Will you have Patrick’s amazingly clear blue eyes? His olive skin tone? Or will you have Jett’s startlingly green eyes and bright smile with jet black hair?
Will you be a writer like your mommy, Gracie? Will you be in a band like your fathers? Will you be a singer, Gracie, and sing lovely melodies to me that make me smile? Will you dance and twirl around; smiling and laughing?Will you be happy, Gracie? Will you love me?
You may have your own talents and be nothing at all like me or your daddy. You might be an actress. Maybe you’ll make puppets when you get older and put on little shows in the living room. Then, you’ll make your own stage and have your friends act with you. You’ll be the star. My Gracie, better than any actress in Hollywood.
Maybe you’ll love horses. You’ll want to learn how to ride. You’ll want to go to rodeos to see them hog-tie cattle. You’ll want to be out there, too. You’ll go decked out in boots and spurs, and I’ll laugh at the cowboy hat you wear. You’ll be my rodeo-star.
Gracie, I don’t blame you honey. Never ever. I know it’s not your fault. It’s theirs for raping me. Don’t hate me if I…if I have to kill you, Gracie. I love you. The baby I’ve never met, my sweet baby, I love you. And I know it’s not your fault. Will you forgive me, Gracie? If I have to get an abortion? Will you hate me?
Just…promise me you won’t hate your fathers, Gracie. They’ve had hard lives, and although that doesn’t justify what they did and it doesn’t make them better people, it does give me and them something to cling to: They were decent once. Patrick’s trying, Gracie. Jett’s already too far gone. And I’m trying, too.
Deep down, they love you, too, Gracie. We all love you. You have three “uncles.” Uncle Caleb, Jonathan, and Thom: And even though they can be loud at times, they love you. Auntie Tamara loves you, too. She’s amazing, Gracie. I want you to meet them all. And we wanna meet you.
Don’t hate me, Gracie. We love you.
I’ll pray for you, my little girl. I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but I’ll say it to you every chance I get: I love you, angel.
-Your Mommy
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I like the overall letter it sounds more like she’s giving the baby up for adoption rather than getting an abortion. Other than that….I liked the letter and how you gave us a reason for the abortion.I dont see why this fits in young adult though…is the mother a teenager?
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