Elian;
"I can not authorise that, Mrs. Crood. That would be murder. His brain is fine. Body in perfect condition. I can not and will not pull the plug on him. He's a healthy young man who still stands a chance at survival. I can not take that from him." The doctor snaps back, and there's silence.
"Do you have any idea what this is taking from me? I go to work every day and have to face tons of pathetic sympathy wishes about how my son will get well soon. I constantly have to alter my routine to come here to check up on him because if I don't, the world will tag me as a bad mother. His father and I keep paying the bills for him, and we don't even know how much longer we'll have to keep at this. Mind you, this is a boy we already cut ties with!" She snaps back, and her words crush my heart to fine mush.
Tears fall from my eyes as the ugly reality that I have denied all my life dawns on me.
My parents… do not love me…
I used to hope I was wrong.
