My mom raised me. My dad did, too, but he worked at the office all day. My mom is very kind. She raised me to have deep, intrinsic compassion for all people.
When I was five, my class was shown videos from Haitian orphanage. I decided right then and there that I did not want to create new people. This notion has stuck with me – I am 30 now, and my feelings on the topic have been strengthened if anything. I refuse sacrifice my body to create new workers.
Things We Forget 
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