My mother had a late term abortion when I was about eleven. I remember it very well, because she was crying on the bed and her abdomen was red and swollen. She had a saline abortion and she said she saw the baby -- a little boy -- thrown in a bucket,. Saline abortion babies are called "candy apple babies" because their skin is so badly burned by the saline solution it turns bright red. This abortion was done because of financial reasons and years later (I'm in my fifties now) my father said that they should have had the baby, my brother. Too late, Dad.
No one in my very pro-abortion family talks about this and tries to shove it under the rug. But I
refuse to pretend that he never existed.
My little brother is named Simon.