I walked on the street
I notice a little girl, transparent, and crying
She couldn't have been no more than ten
"What's wrong" I asked her.
"Mommy didn't want me" she replied
"What do you mean?" I asked
"Mommy was too young. I see her walking, sometimes with daddy and sometimes with some other guy. She talks about me at times, and how I was a mistake, sometimes I was a mistake, or maybe it was her actions she talks about. But I don't know."
"I see." I responded, then sat by the girl
"I have another friend, a boy, about my age, his mommy didn't want him either."
"Was his mommy too young too?"
"No, his mommy was forced by someone. He talks all the time about how he wanted to be a doctor and find a cure for cancer but he can't. I wanted to become a famous movie star. But we can't now."
"Why did we have to pay for our mommies choices? What did we do? Did we make them hate us?"
"No, some people just don't think things through and others have to suffer for it."
"Must be nice, to make innocent people pay for your ways…"
I simply nodded at the girl and continued on my way, seeing more children like her, wondering what they did to not get a chance.