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When I was 12, I fell down the stairs at school and broke my arm in three places. The nurse called my mom at her yoga class, and she said she'd come after her session was done. I sat there for two hours before my neighbor picked me up.

When I was 14, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My mom was at a wine tasting with her friends. The coach called three times before she picked up. She told him to just take me to urgent care and send her the bill.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach called three times before my stepmom finally showed up, two hours later, complaining about missing her book club.

When I was 14, my appendix burst during a school field trip. The teachers called my mom repeatedly, but she was getting her nails done and told them to just drop me at the emergency room. She showed up six hours after my surgery.

She traced her fingers along the torn pages of her favorite book, each damaged leaf bringing fresh waves of dismay. She traced her fingers along the torn pages, still mourning the destruction, and began the careful process of salvaging what remained.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. The coach called my parents three times before anyone showed up. My dad finally came four hours later, said he was in the middle of a golf game when they called.

The notification lit up her phone at 3 AM, his name glowing like a neon sign against the darkness. She watched the typing bubbles appear and disappear for what felt like forever. Some messages were better left unread, some cities better left unexplored.

When I was 14, I broke my arm during gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach drove me to the ER, and my parents didn't show up until three hours later. They were at a wine tasting.