Shamefulness

I know you didn’t mean to have me. I know.
I know somebody told you to go to London and get rid of me. I know.
I know you were 42 at that time. I know.
And you already had two grown up sons. I know.

I know you didn’t even have to think about it. I know.

I also know what you think sometimes. I know.

Well, what if my daughter thought we did not want to have her after all?

I know mama, I know.

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