From that day, each hour, I mourn my loss
I am 30 years old and live in India. I was 4 months pregnant and the irony was that I was pregnant with my own husband.
But this bas**rd got the gender checked and forced, or rather convinced me, or maybe I was too weak, to accept this. I don't know what, but my child was aborted.
It was the most horrible day of my life and from that day each hour, I mourn my loss.