One of the offices that
I like to work the most in New
York is Brooklyn’s office. In the same building there are
two abortion clinics, so there are a lot of girls who come to our office, most of
them confused.
My first week in New
York came a girl
who looked very frightened.
I asked her what she needed and she
told me that she was wanted an abortion.
She was six weeks pregnant.
.
.

Sometime later, the girl went out the sonogram’s room and she was crying. I asked her if she was ok and it was the first time in the morning that she smiled. She told me that she had seen the sonogram and she had a baby, not a problem; she had decided to have it.
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