Imagine making your twelve-year-old daughter hold a funeral and bury the ultrasound photo of her brother/sister that you murdered, alone, in the backyard, and telling her you don't want to know where she buried it. Afterwards, her sibling just never gets brought up again, and she's expected to continue carrying that alone with zero guidance or help from her "parents." All the while she's internalising the fact that, if she were conceived at a different time under different circumstances, it could have been HER that her "mother" killed and whose memory she treated with less care and consideration than the trash she put out last week. That's some mind-bendingly selfish evil. But this is the level of detachment one must sustain in order to countenance the act of abortion.