Too Late, Mother: I Am Reborn

Caltech. I let Susa

fee shop, I called Dr. Evans, the university lia

here's... a family situation. I

er voice. "Sarah, you're an exception

aid. "My family needs m

. Your potential is immense. Don't let anyone take that away from you. We can arrange for o

ng belief wa

r. Evans. I'l

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ies skimmed from grocery money,

ime library gig I' d taken, a flyer caught my

im, I s

ned hands, a no-nonsense attitude, and eyes

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But the HPI-LPA made me a fast learner. I absorbed schem

y no

aid one day, wiping grease from her brow.

ugged. "It

about much at first. B

way of seeing

rld, kid," she said one evening, as w

LPAs. My family. The suffocating pressure. Not

ssion unreadable. When I

of work," she said. "My ol

understanding that was more comfor

ary. A place where I could

inker with old engines. She ta

asked for anyt

poor imitation of a socialite, and Jessica was busy failing,

urses Dr. Evans arranged, my mind devour

ons, ideas that had been brewing since my first lif

a quiet, ove

innovator taking s