“I treated you so cruelly,” I choked. “Yesterday, I—”
“You were scared,” she said gently. “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 strength I didn’t have at her age. A heart big enough to hold compassion for the mother who had abandoned her.
The transplant happened two weeks later.
