We moved into a small farmhouse across the road from Vern’s property. For the first time in years, we had a working furnace, comfortable rooms, and a reliable income. I nearly cried when I felt warm air coming through the heating vents. The following morning, something unexpected happened. Vern crossed the road and approached Paul, our new employer. Nate watched from outside the equipment shop, wondering what his father wanted.
Paul later explained that Vern had asked how much he was paying Nate. When Paul mentioned the hourly wage and benefits, Vern became unusually quiet. Then he said something that neither Nate nor I expected: his son deserved considerably more because he had never been paid what he was worth.
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