Mommy? Mommy, can you hear me? It's me, your little girl. God said I can talk to you a little while. Don't cry. I'm alright.

I'm in his hands and He loves me very much. Kinda like it was when I was there with you, always warm and cozy and filled with beautiful sounds. I remember how warm and snug I felt. I could hear your heartbeat and your breathing, too. It would speed up sometimes and then slow down, just like music. I could hear you when you talked, and sang, or cried.

You gave me so many things: a place to grow, oxygen and food. You even shared your feelings with me. One day you were talking to Daddy about me, and said you were so afraid he'd leave you. Daddy told you that he loved you and that he wanted to be my daddy. I was so happy. And you laughed and cried. It was so beautiful, and then so sad because you never saw Daddy again.

I remember the bad day, too, when you went to see a woman that acted like your friend and promised to make everything okay. Then I felt something I never felt before in my life. Suddenly you were gone.

Mommy I know that you didn't really know what was happening. No-one told you. They just lied so you would feel alright. Now you are so unhappy. I don't want you to worry about me. I don't feel bad things anymore. And I forgave you just as Jesus did. When I think of you I only feel love and hope. Love and hope.

Your little girl