Underprivilege as Privilege

I had arrived a few minutes before clinic and was looking through the panoramic windows of the hospital’s newest wing. Staring at the expanse before me, I recognized a solitary attic window. It was a familiar sight because I had spent my childhood in that attic, living with my parents and often visited by the rats and roaches, our unwanted guests. Growing up, I spent hours watching the hospital through that attic window. Never did it cross my young mind, that years later, I would be staring back from the hospital, with a stethoscope around my neck.