“I treated you so badly,” I mumbled. “Yesterday, I—” “You were scared,” she said softly. “You were sixteen. And yesterday… you were still scared.” There was no bitterness in her voice. Just understanding. She had grown into a woman with a strength I didn’t have at her age. A heart big enough to hold compassion for the mother who had abandoned her. The transplant was done two weeks later. She asked
I abandoned my daughter… She came back when we needed her most 1
