My father used to say, *“Our family saves lives. That’s what we do.”*
The truth? I never wanted a scalpel in my hand.
I wanted a guitar.
Music had always been the only place I could breathe, the only place I could truly be myself. The pressure melted away. The expectations disappeared. I could finally exist without carrying the weight of their dreams.
When I finally told my parents I was choosing music over medical school, the dinner table went silent.
My mother stared at me like I’d confessed to a crime.
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