Dear Daddy

Somebody please use this!!

Dear Daddy,

I can hear you. I can hear you talking to me through Mommy’s tummy, hear you singing to me at night when Mommy’s so tired she falls asleep in your arms. I can only imagine how amazing it must be to realize that this amazing woman will someday give birth to the one who will carry on your legacy. But there’s another voice I hear, Daddy. There’s another voice I hear a lot. It’s the voice Mommy talks to on the phone. Whenever they talk, I feel Mommy’s hand over me, like she’s trying to protect me from outside evil force, and I don’t know what this voice is, Daddy, but it scares me, because this voice is telling Mommy that it isn’t too late to get rid of me. I’ve heard Mommy telling this voice that killing me might be for the best, Daddy. Please convince Mommy to keep me, Daddy. I know it’s hard to understand right now, but this little life someday is going to be everything to you, even though you don’t know it right now. If you sacrifice this little life, there’s so much you’ll miss. You’ll never get to hold me for the first time, never get to see me take my first step. You’ll never get to hear me say my first word, never get to taste my first birthday cake, never get to feel me hold onto your finger as I walk across the floor, never get to feel the rejection when I tell you for the first time that I don’t want you to walk me to the bus stop anymore. You’ll never get to hear me sing at my first recital, so scared I’ll be, but Daddy you’ll make it all better, like you always will. You’ll never get to threaten the boy that takes my first kiss, never get to smile at me during high school graduation, or cry as you walk me down the aisle. You’ll never get to hear the name of my firstborn, I want to name it after you Daddy, and you’ll never have grandchildren to spoil or take off my hands when I’ve had about enough and need a vacation. All of these precious moments you’ll never get to witness if you let Mommy take me away now. I’m begging you to please please please not let Mommy make this awful decision. I know that I’m worth more than that dumpster behind the hospital, so Daddy, please talk to Mommy about it. You’ll call me your Princess and your Rose, and you’ll promise me on my Sixteenth birthday that you will hold my heart forever until the day when you hand it to the man that will marry me. I don’t want to lose out on all of these precious moments, and it all starts with you, Daddy. You can make all of these precious moments happen, Daddy, please make all of these precious moments happen. 

Love,

Your Unborn Daughter