Something doesn't ring true here. Brownies are not 14 and 15 are they? They weren't when I was one.
She starts out talking about a Brownie troop when the kids were seven. She doesn't transition them to "former" Brownies when she next discusses the group as teenagers.
Another thought (if this author was telling the truth): she's taught her daughter that the planned trajectory of her life comes first, and that anything that interferes, including a baby in your womb, can be crushed and discarded.
A few years down the road: Mom is older, ill, and becoming more disabled. Daughter is busy living her successful life, having crushed anybody who got in her way. Mom needs daughter's help...
Oh, I can't finish this one.
Can somebody instead imagine a future in which the daughter is redeemed, and the mother as well? I'll pray, but it's always good for me if I can envision as well...