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The Price of Favoritism
\n“But why would you do this to me?” I typed, my fingers trembling over the screen.<\/p>\n
“Because,” my father\u2019s reply came through, casual and cruel, “Lucas needs a head start. You\u2019re a girl. You\u2019ll find a husband to provide for you. Lucas needs to build a legacy.”<\/p>\n
I stared at the phone, the glass blurring under my tears. That money wasn\u2019t his to give. My mother had worked double shifts at the hospital for twelve years, squirreling away every bonus, every overtime check into an account specifically marked Maya\u2019s Education. She died two years ago thinking my future was secure.<\/p>\n
Now, it was gone.<\/p>\n
I stormed out of my room and down the stairs. My father was sitting in his recliner, watching the news. My brother, Lucas\u2014older by two years and currently unemployed for the third time\u2014was in the kitchen, eating a sandwich.<\/p>\n
“You stole from me,” I said, my voice shaking.<\/p>\n
My father didn’t even look away from the TV. “I reallocated family resources. Lucas has a business idea. A startup.”<\/p>\n
“A startup?” I laughed, a harsh, broken sound. “His last ‘business idea’ was dropshipping cheap sunglasses, and he lost three thousand dollars! That was Mom\u2019s dying wish, Dad! She wanted me to be a doctor!”<\/p>\n
“And you can still be a doctor,” my father said dismissively. “Just take out loans. Or work. It builds character.”<\/p>\n
“Lucas gets a $60,000 handout for a ‘business’ that doesn’t exist, and I get character?”<\/p>\n
“That\u2019s enough, Maya,” he snapped, finally looking at me. His eyes were cold. “It\u2019s done. The transfer cleared this morning. If you don’t like how I run this house, you can leave.”<\/p>\n
So, I did.<\/p>\n
I packed two suitcases. I grabbed the framed photo of my mother from the mantle, ignored Lucas\u2019s smug grin as I walked past him, and walked out the door. I didn’t have a plan, but I had something they didn’t: I had Mom\u2019s work ethic.<\/p>\n
Five Years Later<\/p>\n
The coffee shop was loud, but I was used to the noise. I adjusted my stethoscope around my neck\u2014a habit I still hadn’t broken even on my lunch break\u2014and took a sip of my latte.<\/p>\n
“Dr. Hansen?”<\/p>\n
I looked up. A young medical intern was waving at me from the counter. I smiled and waved back. It had taken five years of hell. I worked three jobs while going to undergrad full-time. I took out loans. I ate ramen until the smell made me sick. I missed parties, holidays, and sleep. But I graduated top of my class, and I had just matched into a prestigious residency program.<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed on the table. It was a number I hadn’t saved, but I recognized the area code.<\/p>\n
I hesitated, then picked up. “Hello?”<\/p>\n
“Maya?”<\/p>\n
It was my father. His voice sounded older, thinner.<\/p>\n
“What do you want, Robert?” I asked. I stopped calling him Dad years ago.<\/p>\n
“I… we need to talk. It\u2019s about Lucas.”<\/p>\n
I leaned back in my chair. “Let me guess. The startup failed.”<\/p>\n
There was a heavy silence. “The first one, yes. And the second. He… he got into some trouble, Maya. Gambling. He owes the wrong kind of people a lot of money. They\u2019re threatening to take the house.”<\/p>\n
“I\u2019m sorry to hear that,” I said, my voice steady.<\/p>\n
“I need you to help us,” he said, the desperation leaking through. “I heard you\u2019re a doctor now. You must be making good money. We just need enough to clear the debt. The bank won’t give me a second mortgage.”<\/p>\n
“You want money?”<\/p>\n
“It\u2019s for the family, Maya. For your brother.”<\/p>\n
I felt a ghost of the old anger, but it passed quickly, replaced by a cool, calm clarity.<\/p>\n
“I remember a conversation we had five years ago,” I said softly. “Do you remember? I asked you why you gave my money to Lucas.”<\/p>\n
“Maya, please, let\u2019s not dwell on the past\u2014”<\/p>\n
“You told me that since I was a girl, I\u2019d find someone to provide for me. You told me Lucas needed a legacy.”<\/p>\n
“I made a mistake!” he yelled, his composure cracking. “I\u2019m an old man, Maya! They\u2019re going to take my house! You can\u2019t let this happen!”<\/p>\n
“I can,” I said.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“You told me once: ‘I could, and I did.’ Remember?”<\/p>\n
He was silent.<\/p>\n
“I have the money,” I said. “I could write a check right now that would save the house and bail Lucas out.”<\/p>\n
“Thank God,” he breathed. “I knew you were a good daughter.”<\/p>\n
“I\u2019m not finished,” I cut him off. “I said I could. But I won’t.”<\/p>\n
“Maya\u2014”<\/p>\n
“You invested in Lucas,” I said firmly. “You bet everything on him. Now you have to live with the return on that investment. My money is for my future. Just like Mom intended.”<\/p>\n
“Maya, wait! Please!”<\/p>\n
“Goodbye, Robert.”<\/p>\n
I hung up the phone and blocked the number. I finished my coffee, stood up, and walked back toward the hospital. I had rounds to do. My legacy was waiting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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