When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
/
Chapter 24 / 34
Chapter 24 - THE DONOR ADVOCATE
Her name was Dr.
Allison Reed.
She asked:
“If Hannah were a stranger, would you still consider donating?”
“I don’t know.”
“Good answer.”
Then:
“If your parents disappeared again tomorrow, would you still want the evaluation to continue?”
I looked at Hannah’s photograph.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s six.”
“That isn’t enough.”
I frowned.
“It isn’t?”
“I need to know whether this is your decision or whether you feel morally trapped.”
May you like
No one had ever protected my ability to say no so aggressively.
It made saying yes feel more possible.
