I was killed today. My life cruelly taken from me. Next week I was going to leave for college. I hope no one else has to die the way I did.
I was killed today. I was smart and funny and I had a great giggle. I wanted to be a famous chef like on Food Network.
I was growing so fast, my parents said. Every day I did something new, but now my life is over. I was killed today. Everyone says it's a terrible crime and the person responsible should be punished. I just wanted to live and grow up.
Don't you recognize me?
It's me... I'm still me.
You wouldn't dream of killing your snuggly, sleepy baby, or your giggly little girl with big dreams, or your lovely daughter ready to chase those dreams and fulfill her potential...would you?
But you did. I never got to do any of those things.
You didn't let me.
You didn't see me... I guess you thought I was too small.
You think you only got rid of this "blob" of cells...
but you actually got rid of me.
I could've been...if only you had let me.
© 2009 Jennifer Hartline