A Visit to the Doctor’s
Six months shy of my eighteenth birthday, my father was killed while writing a citation for speeding on I-294. He was a state trooper, the drunk driver was found guilty and sentenced to thirty years in jail. Four days before my birthday, my mother and I moved due to her being transferred. She got a well deserved promotion to chief analytics officer for one of the top educational institutions in the country. After getting settled in our new home, she found a doctor and made an appointment for herself and one for me. I told her that I would feel