"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

They never really gave you a name because you were never really born so, I call you peanut (cause you looked like a peanut in your sonograms). We don’t really talk about you that much only when its the day your were supposed to be born but there is nothing much to say so we just put our name on a balloon and let it go. Your mom really misses you. You would’ve been her first of many children but sadly you were her last. She cant have anymore babies because of the way you were growing. You were tearing her uterus. I feel bad because i’m wasting a life that someone could of used like you. I would triad places with you in a heart beat if it meant that you could at least feel some kind of emotion other than pain. I will love you forever.