At Sunday dinner, Dad told 23 relatives: “She’s wo…

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My father frowned. “What?”

“I’m a pediatric cardiac surgeon at Mount Sinai,” I repeated, louder this time. “I operate on children’s hearts. I save lives. That’s what I do.”

“Oh, don’t exaggerate,” my mother said, laughing nervously. “You’re a doctor, yes, but—”

“I’m the chief of pediatric cardiac surgery,” I said, my voice steady now. “I’ve performed continue reading …