All my life, Dad drilled one thing into me: “Straight A’s, or no future.”
I tried—I really did—but sophomore year was brutal. Between juggling classes, work-study, and a minor health scare, I ended up with a few B’s.
Dad saw the grades, and that was it.
He canceled my college fund. “A deal’s a deal,” he said coldly, like he hadn’t once promised, “I’ll always support your dreams.”
