Her cheerfulness and smiles that she had last night were now replaced by fatigue and discontent. Day by day she was becoming more vulnerable. The loneliness and suffering in her eyes touched my heard. I wanted to reach out and hug her, to save her from the invisible bonds that still tortured her. "Please call me whenever you need to talk, promise?". She nodded, quietly.
Tomorrow this poor little girl would have to make a decision. Whether to keep the unborn child or opt for an abortion. Why would a little girl ever have to make a decision like this, a decision far beyond her comprehension? Would she ever be able to draw happy light from such a gloomy future?
July 21, 2017
Translated by Jacqueline Huynh and Mr. Phung. The original version in Vietnamese entitled "Ngày Mai Của Con"