Abortion not only choice
It was nine long steps from the car to the building. She rubbed her forehead, and her stomach churned as if something were trying to tell her not to open the car door. People circled the building. She counted twelve signs, but the number seemed to increase with each second. She shook her head and her boyfriend put the car in drive. Anna is four years old today. She has curly blonde hair and her eyes are the color of the ocean in the Caribbean. She loves to read and when it's sunny out she likes to eat popsicles on the porch. When it snows she makes snow angels until the yard is covered with them. She is beautiful. Every time I see her I wonder, what if? What if my friend had entered the building that day? What if she had an abortion? Anna's mother was a senior in high school when she found out she was pregnant. She had eight months until graduation. At the time those had seemed the longest eight months of her life, but if you asked her today she'd tell you they were nothing.
