The ticklish burn of the tattooing needle sent waves of vibrations through my flesh. Gritting my teeth in pain I wondered why I was here. Oh yes, the rose being etched on my thigh was the secret respect I would pay to the child I lost. I Didn’t mean to, but my conservative parents would have my head for falling pregnant in highschool. Impregnated by a neighborhood playboy, I chose to snuff out the life that grew inside me. The coward denied responsibility, and I couldn’t be the only one to suffer the consequences of an unsatisfying five minute romp.