My Cardiologist Son Sent $150. My Manhattan Attorney Daughter Sent $1,000. The Nurse Was Ready to Sell Her Car

into the chair beside mine with a contented sigh.

“Do you ever regret it?” she asks quietly. “The test?”

I think about the question carefully, looking out at the darkness punctuated by distant lights. “I regret that it was necessary. I regret that I raised two children who had to be tested to remember who they were, who had to be shocked back into their continue reading …