It was a whisper at first, soft and soothing.
It was beautiful.
I knew it was the sound of love.
When I heard her laughter.
It tickled, and I rolled and tumbled
with joy.
I know, I'm not supposed to know much.
But, I do.
Even before I was formed, Almighty knew me.
He has plans for me.
I can't wait!
Sometimes I hear a voice that makes her cry.
It makes me sad.
I wish there was something I could do to tell her
I love her.
I feel so bad when she cries.
She was somewhere today.
Voices were low, but firm.
She doesn't know I can hear them, but I can.
"Tissue...."
"Nothing..."
"Your choice...."
When the voices said, "It's your life, not a big deal, It'll be over in no time. "
I perked up.
Maybe the voice that made her cry will go away.
Then, I heard her say, "But, it's a baby. I know it is. How can I kill my baby?"
The voices piped in, laughing. "You've been deceived. There is no baby. It's just a mass of tissue.
No one will ever know. You'll walk out of here free to go on with your life." "The father won't support you, you said. How will you raise a child alone?" "You're young, successful. You don't need this burden right now."
I sank back the best I could.
Who would say such things to her?
She started crying. She had never cried so hard.
Then, I felt her hand on her tummy. How do I know a hand? I just do. I'm smarter than I look.
The pressure was so reassuring, so comforting to me.
I hated when she cried.
I just wanted her to be happy.
I wanted to make her happy, to see her smile, to be able to touch her, and see her face to face.
"What are you going to do?" The vocies sounded irritated. "We need to know." "We care about you. We're not trying to pressure you, but you do need to decide." "It's a simple procedure, Sweetie."
How could someone call her sweetie and make her cry?
"I don't know," she said through her tears. "I need time."
"Ok. You can come back anytime." The voices said.
"Any time? Won't it be too late, later?" She sobbed.
"Oh no. We can remove the tissue clear into the last trimester." "Any time is fine. You think about it, and come back."
Eventually, she stopped crying.
I fell asleep...till I felt her hand again.
This time there were familiar angry voices.
"What will people think?"
"It will ruin us."
"It's my life," she said, still rubbing her tummy.
"It's my choice. That's what they said.
I won't kill my baby."
"How many times do I have to tell you? It's NOT a baby!"
"I know that's what everybody is telling me. But, something inside is telling me it's wrong.
That's all I know."
"Then, I'll disown you," one voice said.
"Then, it's over, don't expect anything from me," another voice said.
Silence.
"Then, I guess you can walk away." She wasn't crying any more.
A different voice visited with her later.
"You have the right, you know. It is your body."
"I know," she said. "But having the right doesn't make it right."
Later, I felt her hand on her tummy.
"Hey Baby, I don't know if you can hear me," She said. "You and I are going to be all right.
I love you. I'm going to take care of you."
I sighed. I don't know if she felt it, but I was so glad to hear her voice, and to know she loved me,
I did somersaults, and backflips, kicking my feet as high as I could.
Then, I heard her laugh.
"I felt a kick! I did. My baby kicked!"
I'm so glad she's happy.
I can't wait to see her face.
