“Let’s see,” the doctor said, “Melody is, ah, five now. That’s a perfect age for her to learn to adjust to a new environment. You and your husband can get on with your lives without her as a burden. In time, her memories of you will fade.” I stared at Mom frantically. I didn’t want to be sent away. Was I a burden? I never thought about it like that. Maybe it would be easier for them if I weren’t around.
