Do not kill me, Mom!

I have appeared recently. Now I'm in mommy's tummy, but nine months later I show up to the light. I'm here so nice and convenient! Mom takes care of me, often it includes relaxing music and I enjoy with it and sometimes fall asleep. Every evening, Dad comes home from work. He hugs and pats tummy mummy, in which I live. When I show up to the light, we will be most happy family, because I have so much love them!
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My mom most of the time at home. But from one to five she goes to work in the school. She is not a lot of students, but they are very much like my mom. I do not worry, when I rozhus, I'll love her even more. After school, my mom comes home and eats, and with it, I'm eating and I. Everything is always so good! Then my mom is watching TV and knitting, then preparing for lessons. In the evening comes Daddy, and they go to sleep. So usually the days pass. My dad is trying to please everybody mom. He is so good! Hurry to me to be born, I would have every night they hugged, kissed, and then would have crawled into their bed, and they would play with me. That would be great!
Every day I grow more and more. I begin to appear arms and legs. I still see and feel, and my parents probably do not know it. How interesting! I can see what they do, and they can not look into the belly, and see how they handle I wave and smile. I have so much fun and so good! Sometimes I want to get out of my mother's belly at night, kiss mummy and daddy to get back because I'm still a little, and put the little kids to sit in the stomach. Sometimes my mom comes to visit my grandmother. She is very gentle and caring. Grandmother mother brings food, although it and so the house is full, and even diapers and clothes for me, even though they still do not know who will be born, a boy or a girl. I'm so glad that they all think of me and cared for. How could still good to be small and a baby sitting in a comfortable and soft tummy ...
A month passed. I'm getting more and more. I have already appeared favorite dishes, which feeds me and Mummy music, she often listens. And my dad yesterday leaned his ear to listen to my mother's belly and, as I fared there. It was so cool! I touched the mother's belly and wiggled her fingers. And my father said that I heard, as I breathed. That's silly!
Today, my mother did not have classes because the students went on a trip, and she came home early. She opened the door and saw the pope with some girl. In my opinion, it was too gentle and affectionate, as a mom, because my dad hugged her, kissed her and smiled. But mom for some reason she did not like. She started yelling at Daddy. The girl at the time quickly packed up and ran away, and mom and dad began to swear. I've never seen them quarrel. Mom screamed loudly and beat daddy's face. Pope was offended and went out somewhere, and my mother cried, that he no longer come. Then she sat down in a chair and burst into tears. I was so sorry for her. I wanted her to do something to help, but could not. I then decided that when appearing on the light, I will always soothe my dear mom and she never, ever going to cry. In fact I love it so!
For the first time in her tummy I felt somehow uncomfortable. Somehow ill left knob. Maybe it's the fact that my mother was crying and nervous? She suddenly got up from his chair and began pacing the room, and the tears still dripping from her eyes. I have wanted to eat, and Mom seems completely forgot about it. Strangely, before such never was. But nothing, I still suffer, as long as mom became easier, and it would be reconciled with the pope.
Today, Mom went to bed alone, Dad did not come. It was very uncomfortable without it, and I was upset. And mom fed me very badly, eating some drying, it was very hard for them to eat, and besides, they had some kind of tasteless. Rather, they made peace with the Pope ... Poor Mother, she could not sleep and was crying again. How do I want to get out of the belly and hug her with his little hands. Maybe it would be easier ...
It's morning. My mother was awake, but still lying on the sofa. I'm hungry again. Why it does not pay attention to me, why do not care as much as before. And where's my daddy, I'm already on it so much missed!
Here, at last, my mother got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. Maybe she will feed me! No, she sits down on a chair and crying again. Just wanted to say to her: "Mom, do not cry, because you also have, in fact I can not without you and I love". I slowly stroked the handle of her tummy and her whisper sweet words. What a pity that she did not hear anything ...
Mom opens the drawer, takes something and flicks his lighter. I wonder what she's doing ... Ugh, I'm suffocating. What is it, Lord, how disgusting! What is she doing! What is this smoke! In a cozy little tummy, where I live, I never was! Fu! I feel so bad, the smoke hurts your eyes, and I cough. Mother, have pity on me, what you're doing, I'm so sorry. But no, she does not hear me and breathes a kind of rubbish. I get upset and start to cry. Mom grabs his belly. Her sick. Finally she stops smoking. But the smoke in her tummy so much! I blow on it and it goes slowly. A mummy again crying and I was crying with her, because of this awful smoke I cough and my heart starts to hurt.
My mother fed me, but again, unfortunately, not what I would like. Why suddenly all that changed dramatically? Maybe I'm somewhat offended my favorite mom, but what? My mother did not go to school today. Instead, she stayed home and cried all day. My heart ached even more. Again she breathed some muck. I more and more want to go somewhere to get away from her tummy. There was quite uncomfortable. It smells bad, and the smoke hurts your eyes, and I also very much want to have ...
Today, Mom woke up early. She could not sleep. She fed me something. It was not very tasty, but it's better than it was before. Now I want to drink. Mom as if reading my mind, he goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of some kind. She poured a small glass of some kind of clear liquid. I'm so happy. Finally, she remembered me, at last, it will take care of me in the same way as before. Mom brings the glass to his mouth and dramatically tilts inwards. God, what a poison, what a terrible taste! I immediately spit it. I'm very nasty and insulting. What torments me since my mother, she really do not care what happens to me? ... No, it can not be. She loves me as much as I do her. It can not wish me evil. She just bad. But I still do not understand, do it better than what she drinks some poison and fills the stomach, where I live, acrid smoke? As it can be better than what is causing me harm? No, she was not used to this. Is it always will be? I really do not want it, I can not stand it ...
It takes a few days. Things got even worse. Mom almost never feeds me only inhales the smoke, and drink all day lying on the couch, crying. I feel very bad. Often headaches and heart, sometimes it makes me sick. At once tender and soft tummy was simply impossible! I often knock on it with their hands and hope to get out of here. But it is unfortunately impossible. I'm suffocating here. And so Dad never once came to visit us. Perhaps he no longer loves us, and we have it just do not need? No, this can not be, he's so concerned about us before they had a row with her mother. What actually happened? Until I have nobody cares. I sit and cry. I'm so lonely here ...
A few more days. Grandmother came to us. It is about something for a long time arguing with her mother, grandmother ... and left us all in tears. The mother hurt her so? And they quarreled because of nonsense. At first they just talked peacefully, and then my mother said just one word, and my grandmother cry. I do not understand anything. What did she say? ... "We must do Oporto" or "abortion"... And, I do not remember exactly, but it does not matter. Can there be anything worse than inhaling smoke and experiencing nausea from stupid drink? Rather to my mother she pulled herself together, reconciled with all and everything would be as good and easy as before ...
Mom woke up early again and forgot to feed me. But I do not cry anymore. I used that I did not pay attention. Mom dressed and went somewhere. She was crying, and the passers-by turned around to her side and whispered something. Mom went to some unknown building. In front of it is crossed and tied a headscarf. Inside there were many people. Some put a candle, some praying. Mom took a candle, placed it before the icon and become someone to belittle him to forgive her, she does not want to do something, but she had no other choice. How strange mother behaved, she had never gone here. Strange place, but I like it. Why did my mother asks for forgiveness? Maybe for something he hurts me and not fed? Really, she thought better of it and return to Daddy? Really can still be good? ...
Finally, Mom has to pray and left the building. On the street she took off her shawl, put it in the bag, caught the car and go somewhere.
In the car, I start to rock. Very dizzy. I again bad. Finally, the car stopped and the mother comes out from some buildings, even more strange than the first. Around people running around in white robes and funny hats on their heads. But I somehow scary and I squeeze into a ball. Mom enters the building and is somewhere down a long corridor. It is suitable for a person in a white coat, he takes her hand and leads the study. There are still two doctors. Inside the cabinet is all white, the middle is something like a bed, and above it lit the lamp. I am beginning to fear even more. I'm so scared, Mommy ... Somehow, again starts to hurt heart ...
Doctors put her mother on this strange bed, which they call "operating table", Close the door to the office and start to prepare something. One of the doctors bring an iron tray, on which laid the sinister things: some knives and huge curling. God, what are they going to do? ... What does it mean that my mom doing here? ... She wanted to scare me? Do not, my beloved, I am already very frightened. I want more to be born, grow up and help you, but do not let these doctors nothing to do with me, I beg you, because I love you so much! ...
Suddenly, the doctor takes a syringe and something pricks my mom. A few minutes later she was asleep. But I do not sleep, I see, I feel ... all doctors taking up their sinister tools and lean on mom. God, what's happening? .... Why am I so scared, why do I shed tears and so my little heart aches? ... Why so scary lit the lamps, and their light is like burns right through me? As conceived these people in white coats, what they are prepared and what they have lulled my mom? ... She is in fact would never let me do anything bad, because she loves me ...
That doctor takes forceps and immerse them in the mummy. Lord, they have about me! I squeeze harder, that they did not get me. But they still hurt my leg and out of the oozing blood. God, it hurts ... I reach for my leg and trying to somehow stop the bleeding. But all to no avail, the wound is too deep ... How could they pierce my tender skin of his iron tongs. Because I hurt so much, why are they so cruel and heartless? ... Mom, where are you, why do you sleep and can not stop them? ... I'd rather stay in this dirty and malodorous tummy, but I do not want to die ... Do not please ... and I cry again, and ruthless forceps applied to me the next blow, this time in a defenseless breast ...
Blood all over ... I feel like dying ... How it hurts me, Lord, why do they do that to me, what is my fault? ... Why such torment me? ... I do not plachu- I scream, although the forces are less and less, and I feel like life is gradually running out of me ...
Here tongs reappear. I am the last effort to throw at them, but it has become much more of my fragile little ruchonok. Tongs intercept my thin neck and pull out. To resist and cry no strength. I'm still no one hears. I'm choking, blood spurts out of my body. Doctors removed me from my mother's belly, but I'm already dead ...
Doctors indifferently look at my remains and shamelessly throw them in the trash, and my mother, after some time, transported to another ward. she will wake up and go home soon. All will be as before, but I have never again be in her tummy, I never rozhus not grow up ... I will always stay here in the trash can ... I can never hug her, hugged her and kissed her. I will never go to kindergarten and school ... My mom will never see my first steps, my first would not hear the words, and never will never know how much I loved her ...

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