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Dear Eve, 4th of February 1978

After a lot of doubting and pondering, you can see that I have finally chosen a name that I think suits you the best. I have chosen Eve, for Eve means life. I want you to have the life I no longer will have after you are born. I want you to lead my life; do the things I can no longer do. Enjoy the small things, respect the great ones. On top of all things, respect yourself, for you are the person you're going to have to spend your life with.

Today is my birthday. I am now 21 years old. How different this birthday is from all my others, and especially from my 20th birthday last year. Last year's was so cheerful, so great. Your father had stayed over the night before, and he'd gotten up very early to make me breakfast. Pancakes, the food I now so desperately crave for. He also gave me the roses and perfume I've previously told me about, but it wasn't about the gifts. I considered him my first real boyfriend, who really, really loved me. How wrong was I then… I couldn't have foreseen a year ago that my next birthday would be spent in a cell in the basement of an evil law firm, and that I would have less than 2 months to live.

This morning instead of Daniel his colleague Christina, who mostly resembles a Barbie doll with too much make-up and expensive clothes, came to get me for my 'morning fresh up 15 minutes'. Now, I must tell you she is not exactly good company. She looks at me like I am the most horrible thing she's ever seen, and I wonder why. Because I carry life inside of me? Or simply because I got closer to the man she wants than she ever will? I'm not curious to find out, but the thought just crossed my so bored mind. Christina hardly ever speaks to me, and when she does it's because of a necessity. It's never in a kind way, though. Of course she waited outside as I took a shower that lasted for only 5 minutes before the water turned ice-cold. I'm sure they set this matter purposely, to annoy me. I keep longing for a hot shower that lasts at least 30 minutes, the kinds I used to take at home when I was sad. Daniel always stayed in the small bathroom. His excuse was that he wasn't allowed to leave me alone, but how could I have possibly escaped in a small room that only had a tiny window I would never fit through, not even if I wasn't pregnant? He was probably just like other men in that. It was refreshing to, for once, not be in his company up here. Christina may not be nice, but I didn't hate her like Daniel. She didn't betray me, after all, she was just doing her job.

The date that I will give birth to you is coming closer and closer every day, it terrifies me now. I dream about it at night. I have nightmares about Daniel killing me and wake up screaming often. All the guards do it throw me an annoyed glance that lets me know I'm disturbing their job; staring at the door of my cell and making sure it doesn't open. Any other noise coming from me is not wanted nor appreciated. My due date is March 21st, and that will also be the day of my death. In 2 months time I will no longer be here. I keep praying to God to perform a miracle, do anything to stop this horrible day from arriving. I've always believed in God, I was raised in a Christian family, and I believe everything happens for a reason. If He wants me to die, I will die, and I comfort myself with the thought of heaven, whatever that will be. I'm sure it will be better than spending my days here, terrified, dark, and also very bored. It will also be a blessing for me when these days are 'finally' over. I'm not sure how long my mind will be able to take it, being here without going insane. Not long, I presume, considering the fact I've again spent some weeks tied up on my bed here because Christina didn't like the fact I 'whined' about new clothes because the ones I'm now wearing (they gave them to me a month ago) are getting too tight. I only asked once, but the guards just give her her way and Daniel simply throws me pitiful glances.

Sometimes I feel like a paper flower; captured in a world I don't belong. My life here the past few months has been very unnatural and wrong, a part of me now looks forward to it ending. Please understand your mother's silly thoughts and don't think of me as a coward; I have tried everything to escape, but sometimes it's just too late.

Your loving mother