One Day, I’ll Be Like…

The phone rings; it's 11:30 pm, late for a 5-year-old but not that late for my father. It's 1980s Peru, where he's a general practitioner. They don't have much of an emergency medical services system, so when you are sick at night you call your doctor. He's got a nervous wife on the phone, telling him her husband is sick. I hear my dad call Laika, our pet boxer, to accompany him to the house call. This was an era when crime was rampant in Lima and our dog was his security while getting in and out of the houses when seeing patients at night.

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