Eventually, I answered.
“You’re at Ashford Heights?” my father asked.
“Yes.”
“You didn’t tell us.”
“I didn’t think you’d care.”
Pause.
“Of course I care. You’re my daughter.”
That word felt unfamiliar.
“You told me I wasn’t worth investing in.”
“That was years ago.”
“It still mattered.”
Then:
“How are you paying for it?”
“Sterling Scholars.”
Silence.
“That’s extremely competitive.”
“Yes.”
“You… won it?”
“Yes.”
Graduation Day
The morning arrived bright and clear.
Families filled the campus.
I walked in wearing my honors sash and Sterling medallion.
Then I saw them.
Front row.
Smiling.
