Letter to My Unborn Son
Fiction Friday
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3 min readJun 12, 2020
I can see you now. You are a glimpse conceived by a deceiving thought. I never wanted you, but I always imagined I could love you. I picture you in the wonders of others, yet never recognize you as my own. Sometimes I stalk you in my thoughts. I see your future addiction towards us. I’ve spoken so much of you, that in time, you became tangible. The certainty that you will quiver my womb frightens…
