As A Nurse I Was Assigned To Treat The Woman Who Made My Teenage Years Miserable

sixteen years old, standing in a cafeteria, staring at the lunch she had just tilted out of my tray onto the floor while her friends laughed, waiting for the moment to pass.

I held out her medication cup. “These are your morning medications.”

She took them without looking away from me. “So you became a nurse,” she said, as if she were filing this information continue reading …