"THE PLEA OF AN ABORTED FETUS"

LET THIS PRECIOUS ANGEL LIVE!

"SET ME FREE. LET ME LIVE, I DESERVE TO BE BORN, I WANT TO LIVE. FOR HEAVENS SAKE, HAVE PITY."

Ladies and Gentlemen, dear fathers and mothers, listen to my plea, listen to my story. I could have
been the 17th Lady President of the Philippines Republic, had you given me the chance to live, had
you not deprived me of my life, had you not taken away my privilege to be born.

Some eleven years ago, a healthy ovum started to generate in the womb of a woman with six other
children. My coming should be a herald of joy, a symbol of love incarnate but to my mommy, it was
a burden, a problem, an additional mouth to feed. To Dad, it was a mistake, an effect of Mom's
carelessness for not taking the contraceptive pills.

One gloomy day in June, my unexpected coming was confirmed. It was a painful decision. I could
sense the imminent danger as Mom got inside the abortion room. I was an unwanted child. No one
loved me. No one cared. I was a rejected being, a tiny lump slowly forming into a human being with
the human soul. I was already alive, kicking, struggling. My heart was already beating and my thumb
had already a unique mark. As I was holding to my mother's womb a splash of heat came all over
me. I writhed in extreme pain.

-- "Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not the flesh of your own flesh, the blood of your own
blood?"

The rubber suction caught my tiny limbs and mercilessly twisted it slowly cutting it from my body. I
struggled for my life. 1,2,3 and the first part of me came out.

-- "Mom, why have you permitted this? Am I not Dad's pledge of love to you?"

Then it was followed by another rubber suction sucking the other part moving it with force until both
were fully amputated.

-- "Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not God's image you promised to love and protect?"

Then I felt shaken once, twice, several times until I did not know anymore what was going around. I
gushed forth my last breath...

Then came the final blow, my head - the abortionist termed as No. I was cut from my torso: total
annihilation.

GONE IS MY CHANCE TO LEAD A HEALTHY NORMAL LIFE.

GONE IS MY CHANCE TO BEHOLD THE MANY LOVELY THINGS GOD CREATED FOR US.
GONE IS THE PROMISE OF A BLISSFUL LIFE.

"I KILLED HER"

I killed her because I do love her. These hands, these hands that gave life to many, killed her because
of my love for her.

Ladies and Gentlemen of this honorable court, please listen to me, listen to my story before you give
my verdict. I am Dr. Reyes, a cancer specialist. I was born in a slum district of Batalon. My father oh! I
don't know him for I am a child of faith. My mother brought me up with such determination and my
ambition was to escape the filthy and horrible place of Batalon. I was nourished with the hope that
someday I might live a life different from hers. My mother had a burning faith that she turned the
nights into days. All her efforts were not in vain for I pushed through with flying colors. My mother who
had given her whole life to me had tears in her eyes as she pinned the gold medal on my proud
chest.

Later on, I was sent as a scholar of the Philippines to the United States of America. I embraced my
mother… tightly as I reached the plane….."Mother, mother,.." I whispered. You will always be my best
mother in the world.

After four years, I came back with laurels. I became a cancer specialist. I gave my mother everything
but I was too late. I who had used to ease the pain of many, came too late for the life of my dying
mother. I gave the best treatment but the grasp of death was so tight around her. My God, what is
the use of ten years of study if I couldn't even use it for my mother's pain?

Then one night, I heard a strange cry. I ran to her room. "Do you love me, child?"… she asked, as I
embraced her. " Yes, mother….. If only I could get all your pain and agonies…"

" Then….. if you love me, end my sufferings, kill me… Let me die."

"But, mother, I promise to give life and not to end it."

God…. She did not deserve the unhappiness. She deserves to be happy.

I ran to my room and came back with a syringe.

"Mother, forgive me…. God, please understand me…."

Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, give me your verdict. Yes, it was only distilled water that ended the
suffering of my mother.

Judge me….. Punish me………

GO, punish me………….. Thy will be done!!

"ME AGAINST YOU"

I can't breathe in this white uniform. It's so tight. Release me.

Well, Thank you for your kind words. I know, right? I already expected this. I'm not surprised.

Oh! I haven't introduced myself to some of you. For those who don't know me, which only a few
don't, I'm Genuino Ontangco, a smart young man or I should say, a genius. Do you need someone to
answer your problems? I'm the perfect person to approach. You asked why. Because I know
everything. Give me those equations, I'll simplify it. Give me those problems, I'll solve them. Give me
that piece, I'll correct it. Oh............ It feels good to be a genius

Sometimes I wondered, maybe if I had been born a long time ago, then I would have created all the
inventions in this world. Maybe yes! Maybe.................yes! Why can't I? I know everything, remember?
Hahahahaha

My mother calls me Gene, my nickname. She has been my inspiration, or I mean assistant ever since.
How can she be my mentor? I know a lot more than her! My father, Oh! I don't know him. I refuse to
know him. Some people told me, he was a criminal, a thief, a man of pure evil, a product which sent
him to jail.

Some people told me, he has changed. I don't believe them. I tend to react when they connect him
to me. I can't stand it.

I hate those people who stand in my way and do something without my approval. Only I, know
what's right.
"Mom!!!! Where's the documents in my table?" I asked.

"Oh! I thought that's trash, I already threw it away." She answered

"I told you never to touch anything here, you stupid moron!"

"I'm still your mother young man! You can't say that to me"

"Why can't I? I know more than you coz you're a brainless idiot!

Yes! That's true!"

Then, she slapped me in the face. I punched her hard and laughed as she dropped to the ground.
You should have seen her face while she fought for her life! She's dead!

Hahahaha. What a relief.

Oh! Here they are again! Stop! I can't breathe in this white uniform. It's so tight.

Release me! I should be free.

Release me!

Release me!

Release me!

"MEMORIES"

Nothing compares to having a family, a complete, happy family. I am proud to have had one.
Unforgettable memories of a sweet childhood, growing up with pure love and affection, so many
people wanted to have. I was nourished with hope, that someday I'll have something more than I'd
expected.

My parents gave me everything. They wanted me to have the best of endless possibilities. I owe my
life to them. I am nothing without them. They are the reason why I have a fighting spirit, to finish what
I've started, to give my best every time and never give up in times of trouble.

It was my time to serve them. I am young and free, but why should I push myself to this responsibility?
Why?.....because in this life, you can never tell when your closing ceremony is about to arrive. But it
was over before I started.

"God, why did you take them from me?"

"You're so unfair!"
"Why them?"

"Take me instead!"

They were gone. I am now alone. I can honestly say, I am nothing. I don't have them anymore.

"God, please give me a chance to embrace them for the last time."

But I know it isn't possible. I've had a lot of chances. I just didn't make the best of it. Life is full of
surprises, not always good ones, some are worth tears. Deep inside my heart, I am longing. But I
should move on with my life. Nothing could bring them back. If the stairway to heaven is for real, I
would use it no matter how far it would take me. If that's the only chance, then I am ready.

I salute those parents who have given their all. The most selfless people you would ever know.
Nothing compares to the love you have given. The perfect friends, there's nothing less.

One day, we shall meet again. Excitement fills my broken heart. Only you could complete me. So,
when I see you, I know you're holding the missing piece.