At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

“Yes.”

Mom had spent twenty-five years helping build a company that supported dozens of employees and their families.

When Dad panicked about losing part of the distribution network, she panicked too.

That explained her decision.

It did not make the decision mine.

“I’m going to school,” I said.

She nodded.

“Your father still says he won’t pay.”

“I know.”

I continue reading …