Gordon explained that simply showing up for work and earning a paycheck was not a meaningful life. He told Hailey she needed to build something substantial instead of spending decades repeating the same routine. Then he looked directly at me and insulted my late husband, suggesting that thirty-eight years as a janitor had left Walter with nothing worth celebrating.
My daughter Diane sharply warned him, but Gordon insisted he was only being honest. I remained quiet, looking down at the apple pie I had brought. Then Hailey placed her fork on the table, stood up, and walked upstairs. Gordon dismissed her reaction as typical teenage behavior. Nobody laughed. A few minutes later, Hailey returned carrying a thick blue university folder. She placed it directly in front of her father, opened it to a particular page, and calmly instructed him to read the name of her scholarship aloud.
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