To the tens of thousands of babies killed each year,

I'm sorry that you weren't able to choose to live your life. Life isn't easy, but I guarantee you would have chosen it over death if you could have. This world is full of scary people and terrifying situations, but nothing is so terrifying as death, and you had to experience that. It's not your fault that you couldn't put your foot down and demand the right to live. You had no choice whatsoever.

I'm sorry that someone had to choose for you. You didn't have a voice, but you had a beating heart. Your mom believed that her body was her right, and for that reason she ended yours. Maybe she couldn't afford you, or maybe you never would have known your dad, but she ultimately didn't want you to have a chance at life. If she had, she would have kept you.

I'm sorry that you were deemed a blob of cells. You're not a blob of cells; you're a living, growing, thriving human being. You started small, but you would develop quickly. Soon you would have had 10 fingers and 10 toes that you would have used to do countless amazing things. I so badly wish you would have had the chance to use them. Finger painting with your feet is pretty amazing, and yet you'll never even get to try it.

I'm sorry that you were the victim. You had no choice but to subject yourself to whatever your mom wished for. You couldn't stop her from taking a pill or having a needle pushed into your body. You had to endure the pain and couldn't even cry out for help. You were so innocent and precious, but no one cared.

I'm sorry that you won't grow up to graduate kindergarten, experience your first kiss, and have children of your own. You will never know what it is like to feel the warm sunshine on your face. You'll never laugh at your own silly jokes or hit your funny bone on your car door. You won't learn how to drive. You won't ever wake up with someone by your side and little kids jumping on your bed begging you to make breakfast for them. Life is so full and messy and beautiful, but you will never know that.

I'm sorry that you weren't loved for who you are. Being loved is one of the greatest feelings one can ever experience, and you didn't have the chance to feel it. Your mother may have loved you, but she didn't want you; if she had, she would have given you life. I know that hurts, but it's the cruel reality of abortion. My hope is that one day she will realize how much love you deserved, you sweet, tiny, precious baby.

I'm so so sorry that you were killed. I promise you that it's nothing you did; you simply existed, and your mother made the final decision to end that existence. If I could change what happened to you, I would in a heartbeat, because your life matters. No matter what, your life will ALWAYS matter.