
Blue Rose
Student
- Feb 6, 2021
- 156
"Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?"
― John Milton, Paradise Lost
My mother had craved to have a daughter, and she had conceived finally.
But naturally, she should have not been pregnant. It had been extremely harmful to her whole body.
So, a doctor had suggested abortion to my mother strongly, but she refused and insisted.
In 1990's South Korea, abortion was illegal, but in few cases, it was allowed.
My mother could have aborted me legitimately, but she had refused and endured all pains until I was born into the world.
She had to take a Caesarean operation. She was unconscious and her blood pressure was about 200(Systolic).
Eventually, she gave the birth her only child, and became unable to conceive any longer.
For my mother, Who am I? or What am I? I know she loves me indeed, but she have never allowed me to choose my end on my accord.
This story makes me feel guilty sometimes. I feel resentment at my mother, at once, I feel I am under obligation to live on...