My Parents Sold My Corvette While I Was in Tokyo

talk about my parents much.

The last thing my mom said to me that night in Westerville, as I was zipping my coat in the hallway, was: “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

I picked up my suitcase. Looked at her.

“I am, actually.”

And I meant it in a way she’ll probably never understand.

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