“Stand near the back, Anya. The uniform makes the room feel… complicated,” my father said at his donor gala after my cousin laughed that I was “just a medic,” and he let it land the way he always had—like my life was something to smooth over—until the doors opened, the room went quiet, and the President of the United States walked past senators, donors, and my golden-boy brother to ask for me by name.
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