handle your own emergencies.”
The silence that followed was unbearable.
Then Sarah spoke.
Her voice was barely audible.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”
I felt defensive.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.”
She was my daughter.
She had just given birth.
She was calling me because she was in pain.
And somehow, I was more worried about being inconvenienced than about what was happening to her.
But I didn’t see it that way in that moment.
I only saw three toddlers, a bad back, and a long night
