Letters From the Unborn

Dear Momma,
I got eyes now, but don’t know what the big deal is. I can’t even see
anything. My hands are fully developed now, unlike my last letter, and I have
feet to boot. (No pun intended.) I’m still entirely dependant on you, and the
only part of me that isn’t is my heartbeat. Last letter I said something about
without you, nothing would matter, and that wasn’t my problem though. Well,
that probably sounded kinda strange, but if you stopped caring for me, there
would be nothing I could do to stop it. If you do care for me, I would live,
which is ultimately a positive outcome. I’ve stopping thinking about you as a
place now, and more of a loving cocoon. So, as you can see, I’ve grown a
little sentimental over you; hope you don’t mind, that is, if you really are more
than a place. I don’t think you are though, there’s been no reaction out of you
yet, at least, not that I can tell of.
Love,
Naitre