The Other Son
My hand, raised to knock, slowly dropped.
I turned and walked away.
I sat on the hospital bed all night, staring at nothing, until I finally picked up my phone and tapped the button to give up my graduate recommendation.
Immediately, Janice Delgado's name popped up as the next candidate.
She was in my class. We both worked part-time to get by, and I had always felt for her. We spent long nights studying together, buried in textbooks and research.
She once told me that if she didn't get into grad school, her family would make her go back home and get married.
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