The plane lands and traditionally my ears are already blocked, and it also makes me sick, and my side hurts, because someone, apparently, also doesn’t like to fly in airplanes, or takes revenge on me for the folder so that I don’t think badly about him.

- I won’t think, I won’t, calm down, - I’m talking to the fetus. A little more of these conversations and I physically will not be able to have an abortion. For me, what is now in my tummy is practically a living person. And if you think about it, he is the closest thing to me in the whole world, and I decided...