When I was 7, I fell off my bike. Do you remember? We were on the vineyard... Not just fell off, we were going downhill and my tire came loose, and I went over the handlebars and I... I scraped my whole face. Remember? We were about a half-mile from home, and you... You picked me up... You told me it was gonna be okay, and you carried me home. You weren't even that big. But you were my big brother, and you knew I was scared... And you carried me home. Who's gonna carry me home if you die?
Taking care of your child, dealing with pain and disappointment, being afraid every second, every day — that is motherhood. I didn't think it was my job to explain that to you, but clearly, you don't have a clue, because no mother could come here and do this. No mother could ever say that her child shouldn't exist.
Don't tell me what I can and can't do. I'm his sister, I'm a doctor, and there's always something that we can do.