“I Was Strapped to a Backboard After a Crash — My Mom Only Wanted a $4,200 Transfer”

stylist would accept. She mentioned herself at least a dozen times in two minutes.

She did not mention me once. Not my injuries. Not my baby. Not whether the doctors thought I’d be okay.

Just the forty-two hundred dollars she considered her monthly entitlement for the burden of having raised me.

“Ma’am,” Sarah said tightly, unable to hide her disgust.continue reading …