There was a pause, then a sigh. “Oh, sweetheart… tonight’s really not good. Your dad and I have tickets to see Elton John. We’ve been planning this with your sister for months.”
My mind couldn’t process her words at first. “Mom, I might need surgery.”
“I know, but it’s the last tour, and these tickets weren’t cheap,” she said, her voice strangely calm. “Maybe you can call one of your friends or hire someone.”
“You’re fifteen minutes away!” My voice cracked.
She exhaled again, as though I were the one being unreasonable. “You have to understand—we can’t just drop everything for every little emergency. You’ve been leaning on us a lot lately. It’s… becoming a burden.”
