a letter from an angel.. ^_^

Dear Mommy, I am in Heaven now,sitting on Jesus' lap. He loves meand cries with me; for my heart hasbeen broken. I so wanted to be yourlittle girl. I don't quite understandwhat has happened. I was so excitedwhen I began realizing myexistence. I was in a dark, yetcomfortable place. I saw I hadfingers and toes. I was pretty faralong in my developing, yet not nearready to leave my surroundings. Ispent most of my time thinking orsleeping. Even from my earliestdays, I felt a special bondingbetween you and me. Sometimes Iheard you crying and I cried withyou. Sometimes you would yell orscream, then cry. I heard Daddyyelling back. I was sad, and hopedyou would be better soon. Iwondered why you cried so much. Oneday you cried almost all of the day.I hurt for you. I couldn't imaginewhy you were so unhappy. That sameday, the most horrible thinghappened. A very mean monster cameinto that warm, comfortable place Iwas in. I was so scared, I beganscreaming, but you never once triedto help me. Maybe you never heardme. The monster got closer andcloser as I was screaming andscreaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help meplease; Mommy, help me." Completeterror is all I felt. I screamed andscreamed until I thought I couldn'tanymore. Then the monster startedripping my arms off. It hurt sobad; the pain I can never explain.It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged itto stop. I screamed in horror as itripped my leg off. Though I was insuch complete pain, I was dying. Iknew I would never see your face orhear you say how much you love me. Iwanted to make all your tears goaway. I had so many plans to makeyou happy. Now I couldn't; all mydreams were shattered. Though I wasin utter pain and horror, I felt thepain of my heart breaking, aboveall. I wanted more than anything tobe your daughter. No use now, for Iwas dying a painful death. I couldonly imagine the terrible things thatthey had done to you. I wanted totell you that I love you before I wasgone, but I didn't know the words youcould understand. And soon, I nolonger had the breath to say them; Iwas dead. I felt myself rising. Iwas being carried by a huge angelinto a big beautiful place. I wasstill crying, but the physical painwas gone. The angel took me to Jesusand set me on His lap. He said Heloved me, and He was my Father. ThenI was happy. I asked Him what thething was that killed me. Heanswered, "Abortion. I am sorry, mychild; for I know how it feels." Idon't know what abortion is; I guessthat's the name of the monster.I'm writing to say that I love youand to tell you how much I wanted tobe your little girl. I tried veryhard to live. I wanted to live. Ihad the will, but I couldn't; themonster was too powerful. It suckedmy arms and legs off and finally gotall of me. It was impossible tolive. I just wanted you to know Itried to stay with you. I didn'twant to die. Also, Mommy, pleasewatch out for that abortionmonster. Mommy, I love you and Iwould hate for you to go through thekind of pain I did. Please becareful. Love, Baby