Abortion. [Rest in Peace, my beautiful, unborn sibling.]

I will never make peace with the fact that I've lost another sibling. My flesh and blood. My sibling that I could have helped raise. My sibling that I could have helped taken care of. My sibling that would have looked up to me as their big sister, who would have come to me in their time of need, who would have trusted me with secrets, who I could have played with, whether it be dolls or toy cars.
I will never move on and accept the fact that she is going to kill my baby sibling. My baby sibling who doesn't even get the chance to live. Who doesn't get the chance to see. Who doesn't get the chance to love. Who doesn't get the chance to hear. Who doesn't get to call anyone mommy, or daddy, or sissy, or bubby.
A sibling who will never get the chance to hear about their Pepe. A sibling who will never get to see their aunts, uncles, brother, sister, Nah Nah.
Their cousins, Lyssa, Laken, Anna, Holly, Claire, Jason, Ashley.
Their grandmother in law, Linda.
S/he'll never get to experience boo-boos, and then crying on mommy or daddy until they kiss it better and put on a band-aid.
S/he'll never get to ride in Daddy's lap while he's wheeling in his wheel chair.
S/he'll never see the sky. S/he'll never see the grass. S/he'll never sneeze, or cough, or laugh. S/he'll never see a puppy, or a kitty, or a flower, or the outside of mommy's womb.