And a belief like that does not heal because the person who planted it goes away.

It heals only when it is contradicted, directly and repeatedly, by the people who love the child, until the true story finally grows louder than the false one.

So I told her, that day and many days after, in as many ways as I could find: you did nothing wrong, you are not a burden, your existence is not a problem, loving your mother is not a betrayal, and there is nothing about you that anyone needs to hide.

I would say it a thousand times if that was the number required.