Please allow me call you mum,Inside or outside of the uterus,It is not my choice.My home located at the Fallopian tube,Not the uterus where I have been expecting,It is not my choice.The small room I am living,The pressure I am confronting,The poor nutrition I am absorbing,Mum, mum…I am so painful.I don’t want to live here.Mum, mum…I can’t breathe.But I can’t go away this way.Mum, mum…I am still alive.But who ever heard me crying?Mum, mum…What you may lose is not only your hope for the future,But also, the fertility for my future sisters and brothers,But it is not my choice.I also have the right to life,I also ever imagined the rich and colorful of the outside world,But I don’t know if I have the opportunity to see it.Though I live in such tragic,I still believe everyone is created equal,What makes me dangerous to life is not life itself,But the environment I am living.Who to be blamed is you–my mum,Sometimes you are innocent,But sometimes you could have done something to avoid it happening,But keeping silence.At the end,Together with the Fallopian tube,I was removed from your body.You are safe now,But will never be perfect.Painful,Not only at present,But may last a lifetime.