When Sophie first got accepted to law school, I was ecstatic for her. She had always talked about becoming an attorney, about helping people, about carving out a career where she could be respected and financially secure.
I still remember the day she received her acceptance letter. We were living in a cramped one-bedroom apartment, with furniture mostly handed down from relatives. Sophie came bursting through the door, waving a thin white envelope like it was a golden ticket from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
