When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
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Chapter 21 / 34
Chapter 21 - MERCY
“But Hannah.”
“Yes.”
“She’s six.”
“Yes.”
“She did nothing.”
“No.”
Florence took my hand.
“You can help Hannah without forgiving your parents.”
I started crying.
“You can refuse to help without becoming your mother.”
I cried harder.
“And if you choose to help, do it because you want Hannah to have a chance.”
Then:
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“Not because someone has convinced you that blood creates a debt.”
That became the line I carried into the hospital.
