My brother mocked my startup as a “little project” at Dad’s birthday—until the truth behind it turned the entire room silent

projects matter. They don’t matter. She doesn’t matter. Not until she grows up and gets a real job.”

I stood up slowly, closing my laptop and tucking it under my arm.

“Where are you going?” Dad asked.

“Home. I have work to finish.”

“Work,” Marcus scoffed. “She calls it work. Sarah, you’re not working. You’re playing. You’re a child pretending to be an continue reading …