Replacing Me After My Exam FailureMy parents were renowned educators, celebrated as top-tier teachers who mentored countless high achievers.
Yet, I was the black sheep of the family, consistently bringing home failing grades. After yet another gentle reminder from my homeroom teacher, my mom erupted in frustration.
"How could I have given birth to such a foolish child? You only exist to torture me!"
She disappeared for three days. When she returned, she brought a girl with her.
"From today on, Cora is my real daughter. You are forbidden to call us Mom or Dad ever again. Get out. Only when you can pass your exams will you be worthy of being my daughter!"
Our next encounter was at the hospital, during the school staff's annual physical check.
The dean spotted me, speaking. "Renee, isn't this your daughter? Sherry works here now! That means Cora's illness can be treated. Ask her to introduce you to the new director!"
My mother's gaze landed on my white coat and shifted from shock to irritation. "She changed jobs and didn't even bother to tell me?"
I discreetly covered the badge pinned to my chest, trying to conceal my status. I was now Evie Coffey, the director of Obstetrics and Gynecology.