Her Destruction

Basically I had signed my daughter up for a lobotomy, only new and fresh and wrapped up in new technology. Most of the process was old, but redone with a different method. The results would be roughly the same: remove part of her brain. A hundred years ago, whatever the number, it was considered the best way to fix those who could not handle their own minds. Over time people began to understand what was really happening and turned against the procedure.

History was repeating itself, yet again, only I was wrapped up in it. I didn't know how to help her or cure her of whatever was driving my precious child to depression and despair. I felt angry in that moment that the only choice the doctor had given me was one of destruction. Maybe it was the only way to fix her, I reasoned with myself. I certainly could not bring her back to happiness.