Life with a Plan

There is life before birth. Forty-six chromosomes, a life with a plan. The instructions are there, the gender the eye-color, the foot size, even the shade of hair. All of the instructions are there. Week one and cells are separated- they're forming groups by specialization: the basics of a brain, a nervous system, the skin, and the muscles. The digestive system and circulatory system are practically there. A child is known and has a plan. Who am I to decide who lives and who dies? If I knew my older brother, maybe a sister, would I be who I am today?