The Gift of Life

She was special, she was chosen, she was given a gift, and that gift was supposed to be wanted, cherished, kept and adored.  

The gift was a man's love/desire. 

She lost the gift... or was the gift taken away? 

She was special, she was chosen, she was given a gift, and that gift was supposed to be wanted, cherished, kept and adored. 

The gift was an unexpected pregnancy. 

She lost the gift.... or was the gift taken away? 

I was special, I was chosen, I was given as a gift (to those who paid). 

There was not a word I could say. 

They were special, they were chosen, they were given a gift, and that gift was supposed to be wanted, cherished, kept, and adored. 

The gift was an another woman's child -- a re-gift... a gift that would keep on giving. 

<long awkward pause> 

After years of misuse, the gift finally broke. 

<deep cleaning breath> 

I am special, I am chosen, and I was given two gifts. 

One gift is self-appreciation; the other is survival.  These are gifts I gave myself. 

I learned two lessons from my own adoption story.  1) Not every person knows how to treat or care for a gift that is given.  2)  It's good to learn from other people's mistakes.