I don’t know what it feels like to have an abortion but I do know what it feels like to be a mother even though you don’t want to be one, Elena. I know how it feels to have empty breasts, and the guilt when her tiny hand stretches for yours but you don’t want to touch her, you don’t want to rock her, or swaddle her, or warm her up or cuddle her, and the shame of not wanting to be a mother, because everyone, all the people who say they know what they’re talking about, insist that a mother should want to be a mother.
