I got in with a strong merit scholarship, but housing and living expenses were still a mountain. Megan promised she would handle it.
I went to New York determined to become everything my biological parents said I could never be.
College was exhausting. Organic chemistry, biology, physics—it felt endless. Every time I wanted to quit, I heard my father’s voice saying, You’ve always been average.
So I studied harder.
I called Megan every night.
“You beat cancer,” she would say. “You can beat organic chemistry.”
When I came home for Thanksgiving during junior year, I saw how thin she had become. Her scrubs hung loose. There were dark shadows under her eyes.
“Mom, what is going on?”
She smiled weakly. “Just extra shifts.”
She was lying. I found the pay stubs. She was working sixty-hour weeks so I would not have to drown in loans.
It broke my heart.
It also made me unstoppable.
