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When I was 12, my appendix burst during my dance recital. Mom was getting her nails done and told the studio to just drop me at the ER. The nurses couldn't believe she didn't come until three hours after my surgery.

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 soccer practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was too busy with work. The coach drove me to the ER, and my parents didn't show up until three hours later. They were at a dinner party.

I really miss my mom too, you know? She's back in California, and we mostly just text these days. It's weird how life gets busy and suddenly you realize it's been weeks since you had a real conversation with someone so important.

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When I was 14, I broke my arm at soccer practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach waited with me for three hours at the ER while my parents' phones went straight to voicemail.

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 at the mall. By the time she showed up at the hospital, I'd already been in surgery for two hours.

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.