She sat down at the foot of my bed and said, “I wanted to see how you were about Berkeley.”
“Oh…I’m fine.”
“Okay, that’s good.”
My mom sat there and drummed her fingers on the bed.
“Did I ever tell you about the time when I was going to go for medical school?” she asked.
“No…”
“My father, your grandfather, had very strong ideals. He was also very conservative. He believed that a woman’s first and most important duty is to take care of the household. My mom was like that. She was there for me and my four other siblings. After college, your dad asked me to marry him, and I said yes. At that time, I also wanted to go to medical school. Your grandfather was telling me I didn’t need to be a doctor. The career force is a man’s world, and the household was the woman’s. I was going to be a w
