The night my daughter was rushed to the ICU, my mother called demanding I help with my sister’s promotion party. “If you don’t show up, we’re done,” she warned. I hung up and deleted her number. The next morning, my daughter finally woke up… and whispered something about Grandma that made my blo/od run cold..... The ICU doors banged open. My mother and sister swept in, bringing a cloud of expensive perfume into the sterile room. They were dressed for a gala, appearing utterly detached while my d