Okay. Here goes.
Sorry if you guys are disappointed that this wasn't an update; I swear that Chapter 4 is in the making! It's just . . . an author's note. An important one. I'm serious.
After a vivid discussion my family had at the dinner table, I decided that I ought to inform you of that mature and controversial topic I said this story was dealing with.
Since my confidence level is zero right now, I've decided to tell you in a poem. It's not original, in fact, a lot of you may have seen it at some point.
Okay. Here goes. . . please don't be angry with me.
Month One
Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
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's 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.
Yes. This story is coming from a pro-life view of abortion. That's all I'm going to say.
You're probably wondering why the heck I even took the time to tell you this. It's because I care about you guys, and I wanted you to know exactly what somewhat mature and definitely controversial topic I'm going to be dealing with in this story.
And I also told you this because I didn't want it to be sprung on you if you have . . . views on the subject that are different from my own. I wanted to give you a chance to decide whether you wanted to read this story or not because of this topic. If you have different views, it's okay if you don't want to read this story. I understand. That's why I gave you this information.
I'm going to include this as part of my author's note for Chapter 4, so don't be surprised if you see this again. I was originally planning to delete this once I got Chapter 4 up, but because I want first-time readers of this story to be aware of what they're dealing with, I changed my mind.
So. . . *hides under the bed* Please don't be mad at me. . . I know I shouldn't care what other people think, but I love my community here, and the last thing I want is to offend people who like my stories because I believe a certain way about a certain topic, and they don't. I honestly don't know most of your guys' views on abortion, so. . . am I in the clear? Are you guys okay knowing this? I know that a lot of you were anticipating this sequel, and I'm truly sorry if I disappointed you. I want to know: are you going to be okay reading this story?