HERMIONE
I knew better than to let my guard down so easily; Mom never lets transgressions go unpunished.
The past week had been a barrage of surgeries, with Mom seemingly ordering in VIP patients from a queue. I spent most of the week operating on fumes, working on complex cases thrust my way, and barely getting enough rest.
I appreciate the challenge, but the cost is too high. When it became clear that my overexerted state might compromise patient safety, I began assisting in surgeries.
I couldn't help but wonder if Mom is indeed my biological parent. What kind of mother subjects her only daughter to such torture simply because I stood up to her and decided to take charge of my life?
I take a sip of my fifth cup of coffee for the day, feeling the fatigue. I've been surviving on m
