Rosario pursed her lips momentarily. She had an answer for that question, too. It was a good one; it had helped earn her a scholarship. But Dr Herschel – Estella, dammit – wasn't one of her professors, and Rosario wasn't sure she'd buy it anyway.
"On my med school application? My abuelo died of a preventable stroke before he was thirty cuz nobody in Emergency took the time to listen to an uninsured migrant who was struggling with the language. My abuela thinks her blood pressure medication is optional because doctors are all scammers anyway. I wanna be a doctor for them."
She quirked a crooked smile. "It's mostly true. Just plays a lot better than 'I wanna make enough money that my family doesn't have to worry about making rent ever again'."