Ayisat Adegbindin

Hay que volar, hay que encontrar, su propio futuro. (You’ve got to fly, you’ve got to find your own future.) —Lin Manuel Miranda

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Gracias, mi hija. (Thank you, my daughter.)

I struggle to stand up from my kneeling position next to my patient’s bed, touched by her choice of endearment. I’m a second-year medical student, and her kind words have a potent antianxiety effect. Realizing I’d asked her everything that I needed to, I now ask a question I’d been wanting to: Where’s your crossword puzzle? (¿Dónde está tu crucigrama?)