When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

At least not to me.

I did not donate marrow because my parents deserved forgiveness.

They didn’t earn it through Hannah’s illness.

Hannah’s leukemia was not a moral test designed to repair our family.

Illness does not arrive to teach other people lessons.

A six-year-old got cancer.

That was terrible.

Doctors treated her.