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

She was right.

I chose donation.

That word matters.

Choice.

Had I refused, I would not have become like my parents.

That took me time to believe.

My parents abandoned a dependent child they had voluntarily brought into the world and were legally responsible to protect.

I was an adult being asked to undergo a medical procedure for another person.