Happy aborted children have their birthday

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I thought of my two aborted children. How happy they are being more well off in heaven. I made a good decision since I want to be a wholehearted mother, but in the future. Often I think about how old they are in heaven. I created an entire world and made art to celebrate them. I set a great birthday table with confetti, balloons, lemonade, and cakes of course. The cakes looked like fetuses. Every cake had a candle with a number showing how many years the fetus had spent in heaven or how many years old it would have been on earth. You keep track of this, although people don`t realize that. At one point the installation was transformed into a performance when the visitors got to eat fetus cakes. "Macabre," some said. "Oh, how nice," said others. "Now I`m thinking of my own little aborted child," somebody said. "Yes, they are up there. And even when you feel like you`re alone, you`re not."