“Do you have medical training?”
“No.”
“Experience?”
“No.”
“Then why should we hire you?”
Because my son is sick.
Because my daughter is hungry.
Because I have nothing left.
But she only said, “Because I won’t quit.”
Something in the woman’s expression softened.
She handed Emma a card.
“Be there at four. If he agrees, the job is yours. But most don’t last long.”