December 17 ????                 11:32 pm

My eyes are weak as my cat was on the window, her eyes stared at mine.
I heard her meow, her call.
Yet I couldn't get up to answer it.

She climbed out of the window as I laid weak on the bed, my stomach glowed softly.
I couldn't welcome a new life into such a cruel world.
I couldn't have a baby now.
I can't bring myself to give birth.
To give life to my child.

My hand made its way to my stomach, slowly rubbing my unborn baby, tears pricked my eyes as I remembered the traumatic night.
I didn't want this baby.
It was forced upon me.

I hiccuped,
I muttered the same words I've always said to my child.
"I love you."
I kept repeating it
I repeated it until I broke into sobs,
This baby was mine

Soon I grew to love this baby
Even if it reminded me of HIM
I trusted HIM
I loved HIM
Now I love this baby.
My baby.
My baby Crescent.