I am thirty-one now, officially Dr. Emily Rivera, completing my fellowship in pediatric oncology at Boston Children’s Hospital. Every day, I walk into hospital rooms and tell frightened children they are not alone.
Megan still lives in New York, though she works part-time now. I bought her a new car last year. We talk every day. She is my mother, my anchor, and my hero.
I heard that Karen and Richard lost their house. They live in a small apartment and survive on social security. Ashley does not speak to them. They have no one.
I feel nothing when I think of them. No guilt. No triumph. No sadness.
They made a financial decision fifteen years ago.
I simply finalized the transaction on that stage.
If you are reading this and you have ever been abandoned, rejected, or told by the people who were supposed to love you that you are not enough, listen carefully.
They are wrong.
Your worth is not determined by people too blind to see it.
