"Does she still give you the milk?" the psychiatrist asked. Carol shook her head.
"I didn't take it for a couple of weeks, so she thought the effect was wearing off on me. I don't know what motivated her, but she stopped putting the pills in the milk." She frowned. "They tasted horrid, too."
To think a mother wouldn't take that into factor, either. But why did this mother want to get rid of her own child?
"But do you know why your mother did so?" I found myself asking. The psychiatrist gave me a pointed look. Carol turned to me, burying her face in my arm. It was a manipulative tactic to make me feel sorry for her. I did feel sorry for what had happened to her, but that didn't mean she would escape the consequences.
