Baby New Year

I really had my heart set on December 27th for my abortion. December 27th meant I would only have to get through one, maybe two holiday celebrations with the clandestine knowledge that a body of cells was evolving inside me. I would disclose to my mother, but it’d be much harder to force a smile for the rest of my unsuspecting family, when all I could think about was how the wine in my glass was hurting something that would soon be nonexistent. My biological instincts had kicked in, and I felt the urge to nurture my accidental six-week-old...

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