So you wanna be my friend on Facebook? I won’t say no... I am not interested in lobbing a mortar attack. But I will ask you, “Where were you when my baby lay dying in the hospital?”
The silence coming from your neck of the woods was so loud... it told me all I needed to know. For 113 days that tiny girl fought for her life 15 minutes away from you, and you never even went to meet her. Had she died there, what would you possibly have had to say to me at her funeral?
Oh, you don’t like hospitals? You can’t handle seeing little babies who are covered in wires? You could have brought a meal over, or offered to spend some time with the children I left motherless at home.
You judged her, and you judged me for letting her be born alive. And your silence was the sentence you imposed on us.
And now we’re friends on FB. Facebook needs new categories, "Friends but not really", "I think I remember you", "Not friends at all but I want my number to go up".
photo by Artist Anaa
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