I came home after a double shift at the hospital and my 7-year-old daughter was “missing.” my mom said, “we voted. you don’t get a say.” my sister was already stripping my daughter’s room like it was a takeover. i stayed calm and said this. my parents and sister went pale... I came home after a sixteen-hour double shift at St. Vincent’s Hospital, my scrubs stiff with dried antiseptic and sweat, my head pounding from fluorescent lights and cardiac monitors. It was close to 9:30 p.m. The porch lig