Before I could respond, I heard the extension pick up. My mother’s voice joined the conversation with its practiced warmth.
“Honey,” she said softly, “maybe this is a lesson. You chose this career path. You chose to accept these risks. Sometimes life teaches us responsibility through consequences.”
She said it like she was discussing a parking ticket, not permanent disability.
Then my sister’s voice cut through the line – bright, amused, completely unburdened by the weight of what we were discussing. “Oh, come on. Relax. You always figure things out. You’re the tough one, remember? The one who never needs help.”
She laughed. Actually laughed.
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