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.
.
.
The girl passed into the office and we filled
the form with their personal
information. She was only 24 years old, and she was not very willing to talk with us about keep the baby. She said that she had four
young children and that it was totally impossible to have one more, one
more problem. While we was waiting to have an ultrasound to
confirm how many months she
was, I tried to talk with her a little longer, but she was not receptive. I tried to
show video to her about baby's development but she declined it. Then Linda came and told her that the ultrasound
was ready.
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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