“Son, I don’t know if you’re sexually active, but if you are, or will be, you need to know that having sex carries with it a huge responsibility — the possibility of creating a life and deciding its fate.”

That’s how I began telling my 21-year-old son a true story of abortion — my own. The time had come for me to tell him that I was sorry I killed his brother, in the hopes that it would keep him from making the same mistake I made and will regret until the day I die.

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