My Med School Application Was Withdrawn Overnight—And My Sister Was Responsible

parents drove me, the car packed with boxes and bags and all the pieces of a future I’d almost lost.

As we pulled away from the house, I looked back one last time.

Lena stood on the porch, one hand raised in a wave.

I waved back.

Then I turned forward, toward the road ahead, toward the life I’d fought for.

And I didn’t look back again.

THE END

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