People tell me that I am a mother. I desperately want to believe them.
How can I be a mother if I have never given birth?
How can I be a mother when I ended my daughter’s life?
How can I be a mother when I’ve never changed a diaper?
Some women talk about their Angel Babies with such ease, confident in their motherhood. And then there’s me.
I do not feel like a mother. I gave that opportunity up for my daughter, in order to prevent her from suffering. I think that if I ever get the chance, I will be a very good mother one day. But for now, that day is not today.