My parents called at 1:00 a.m. screaming for $20,000, insisting my brother was in the emergency room and needed help immediately. I asked one question—what hospital?—and instead of answering, they panicked harder. My father barked at me to stop asking questions. My mother started crying louder. That was when I said, “Call your favorite daughter,” hung up, and went back to sleep. That sentence had been living in my throat for years. When you grow up in a family like mine, you learn that emergencies are rarely just emergencies.…
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