Greetings fellow hearts and souls. My story begun when I was about to go to grade 7 . The previous week I met with my uncle rapist to have a medical procedure done. I did not understand what really happened until years ago. Since I was 8 years old, I was regularly touched, fondled and raped by 3 men: my adopted family was corrupt, full of lies and deceit.
I was told if you ever tell anyone I will bring you back to the children protection services. When the procedure happened, I was in terrible pain and I saw a tiny little covered in blood baby, dead that is. I blocked out the cold reality for over 25 years but lately, over the past few years, I realized through many tears of grief and pain inside my soul that I had an abortion. I named her Daisy True.
What happened to me when I was 14 years old ended the abuse and it ended my baby’s life - no Christmas, no holidays, no first day of school, no sick days, no Daisy. I nor the world and life would be blessed by my wonderful, caring, kind daughter: this is difficult to think about as tears fill my eyes my heart soul, as to the world there was and is no Daisy, my arms will never hold her, my heart won’t hear her heart beating, my soul twists, turns, hurts for Daisy True. I know where she is in heaven, right beside God Jesus holy spirit and all the family, lost she is not alone, one day I will be reunited with her. I will have the rest of eternity with her getting to know her amazing grace.
always loving always caring mommy
Jean Dennise Daisy True