March 3, 2016 Cecilia Chu

The young woman lay on the exam table, waiting for her abortion. She expected pain. Tears. The grip of regret. But the dimly lit room smelled of lavender, and the nurse was asking about the butterfly tattoo on her right wrist. “It’s beautiful,” the nurse said. “What’s it mean?” “It’s for my daughter,” the woman replied. “My butterfly.”

<a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/national/south-texass-only-abortion-clinic-is-battleground-for-major-supreme-court-case/2016/03/01/b93adc00-da5e-11e5-81ae-7491b9b9e7df_story.html" target="_blank">South Texas’s only abortion clinic is battleground for major Supreme Court case.</a> (via <a href="http://washingtonpost.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">washingtonpost</a>) This quote moved me.