I don’t understand how everyone can just be moving along with their lives like nothing happened. How is everyone’s world still going on just like it always did when ours is shattered into a million pieces? It just doesn’t seem fair. And I think the worst part is that I wanted my baby. I wanted her for as long as I can remember. Everyday of pregnancy was a gift. And everyday with her was a miracle. There was never a time where I regretted her or wished I hadn’t had her. She was not a mistake or an accident. She was very much wanted. And she was still taken from us. And there is all these horrible parents in the world that can abuse and neglect and hate their children, but can have as many as they want and nothing ever happens to them. But I wanted mine. I prayed and begged and pleaded for her. I just don’t understand how that will ever be okay.