those who earned degrees.
She believed success was making sure I had the chance to earn one.
Years passed.
I graduated at the top of my class, finished medical school, and became a respected surgeon.
At my graduation party, surrounded by applause and cameras, I looked at my sister.
She wore the same old dress she’d had for years.
She had rough hands from factory work.
No diploma.
No career.
No husband.
No children.
I laughed and said,
“See? I climbed the ladder. You took the easy road and became
