She woke up that morning feeling refreshed. Time for a new start. Kinga had just moved into her new apartment and had finally finished unpacking yesterday. She had celebrated with a few glasses of wine and some cozy music while reading a book. After all the drama of the past few years she really needed to get away from her old friends and family and start with something completely new. She had applied as an intern to a few different hospitals in the area and had received admission from all except for one: Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Kinga had heard from all over the country that this was where one of the best doctors in diagnostics taught and he really was top. He had treated famous politicians, brought people back from the brink of death, and was considered more valuable than a grant that was supposedly worth millions of dollars. She had to get in.

However she really wasn't worried about her eligibility. She had been number 2 in her class at Harvard Medical and actually had other doctors asking her to work for them instead of Kinga actually having to apply. She was the hardworking type and had always gone above and beyond what everyone perceived of her limitations. Well, almost everyone. To her own family she was nothing now, an outcast, a disgraced whore who had brought suffering down upon them all. Why couldn't she be a normal woman? Why couldn't she have been happy allowing her husband to be the cultured doctor while she stayed home and raised the children? But this she could never do, as her heart could not allow her mind to die and pushed her to continue learning and to become as, if not more, successful than her husband.

Kinga's family had allowed her to pursue her dreams as long as she followed the traditional ways of family. She may become a doctor and go to college as long as she was also married at an appropriate age and connected to a family as traditional as her own. Kinga may have a job and bring home money as long as she also had many children and was a mother to them. She may be as successful as her husband as long as she allowed him to be the dominant one at home. And she had held up her end of the bargain. Her body, however, had not and she had had a very traumatic miscarriage after months of trying to get pregnant. Her own family blamed her studying and his family blamed her refusal of her "womanly duty." Kahn had just blamed her.

After months of drama, dirty looks from her family, her community ostracizing her, and her husband ruining her life in the divorce settlement, she finally left. Somehow, she had managed to keep up her education during the few years of change and now she was ready for her new start. Kinga didn't want anyone knowing about her past and the trouble she had had or they might feel sorry for her. She didn't want anyone to feel sorry for her, she wanted a life that was her own. She wanted to help people and the best way to do that was medicine. She had first studied in Gynecology to become an OB GYN. Ever since she had been a child, she had wanted to be the doctor who delivered babies and she had held onto that dream for many years. But after the miscarriage and the destruction of the parts of her that made her a woman, she could no longer look at other women whose bodies were normal. Kinga simply couldn't touch a pregnant woman's stomach, look at the echo of a baby growing healthily inside another woman, or watch the miracle of birth which was something she could never experience. She had switched to diagnostics and discovered that her almost photographic memory went hand-in-hand with this specialty. She could memorize hundreds of diseases and symptoms and recall them as if her mind was a search engine. She was quite impressive.

Kinga sipped at her wine, read her book, and waited for the phone call that, although late, was bound to come any day now. It just had to.

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