I think about the choice I made to have an abortion every day of my life.
I wonder if it means I will go to hell. I wonder if it means I killed my baby. I wonder if it felt the pain of dying. To this day I am terrified to look and see what a fetus looks like at seven weeks old because I am afraid it will look more like a human than I can emotionally handle. I started crying when the doctor did the ultrasound and he just sneered and said, “Why are you crying?” Five years later I am now in law school and a generally unemotional person, but as we read cases on murder I wonder how close I am to those people and it brings tears to my eyes.