Natalie Solidarity writes at Diatribe Media:
“If she doesn’t have her immunization, she can’t attend school,” my daughter’s school administrator explained.
I thanked her and hung up the phone. I touched my beautiful daughter’s hair as she looked up from her Junie B. Jones book and smiled at me. I wondered what I was going to do. I was looking for work, living on my savings from my former position as a university graduate teaching aide. When I graduated, my job was no longer available. My department was gasping for air because enrollment was suffering, students couldn’t afford to attend school, classes were shrinking and being condensed. Where once there were five courses offered at different times throughout the week, there was now two, and one of those classes was taught by tenured or tenure-track professors. My little girl, Ella and I existed by spending most of our money on food, playing in public spaces, and walking almost everywhere. It was hard, but surely there was a well-paying job for me somewhere on the horizon. In the meantime, Ella needed her immunizations.
My options were clear and clearly limited:
Ask Ella’s dad for money.
Go to her doctor and put the $200 bill on my credit card.
Forge her immunization card.
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