A month into college, I joined the astronomy club. During our first field observation, the professor assigned me to handle the records.I photographed the Orion Nebula, then organized all the data into spreadsheets. By the time we wrapped up, it was past midnight. The club president, Gavin Cole, handed me a cup of hot water.“You’re really good at this. Have you done it before?”“I used to be the one who planned everything for others.”He looked puzzled. “For others?”I smiled but did not explain. For the first time, the skills everyone back home had taken for granted were being recognized as my strengths. I could take photos, edit videos, plan routes, and remember everyone’s needs.Around Millie, those skills had simply been tools that made it easier for everyone to take care of her. Here, they were admirable traits of mine. After the observation, I received a package from my mother. It was stuffed with clothes, snacks, supplements, and a thick letter. She said she had
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