“I support you, sweetie,” I said while trying to stand up and hug her but needing Jessie to help lift me. “Regardless of what you decide to do, your mother and I love you.” We turned and headed back towards our home as the darkness tried to settle. The three of us walked, complete but not completely alone. There were three souls on the beginning of the journey, but two small hearts were beating inside of us, and Father Henry held his hands on my wheelchair to see that I wouldn’t go astray.
I'm not exactly sure what the message is here nd for that reason I have some concerns. I would have liked to have heard a clearer pro life message in this situation.
