Jane

The next day, my heart was beating fast as Mother called her sister Karen. I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands shaking as I waited to hear what would happen to me.

“How is it, Mother?” I asked, my voice full of hope and fear.

“She accepts,” Mother smiled, but I could see sadness in her eyes. She was happy for me but sad that I had to leave.

My heart felt heavy with guilt. “I’m sorry, Mama,” I said, tears starting to fill my eyes. “I’m so sorry for causing all this ...