I try to find out something new about my aunt every time I see her.

We met for an early lunch at a mall’s food court today. Over my grilled chicken salad, I learned that when she was a girl, she had wanted to go into medicine. It always fascinated her, she said.

Instead, she stayed at home with her parents and worked in the family business. It was fine. “I could do whatever I wanted to do,” she insisted.

Yeah, whatever she wanted other than to go into medicine. I said that to myself. Didn’t want to rub it in.

I wonder how she felt about her brother (my father), the hotshot surgeon. I never heard them discuss medicine.