At my dad’s retirement BBQ, I gave him a $10,000 Rolex. He smirked, “You’re still my disappointment.”

carefully.

“Did Mom write that for you?”

His mouth twitched slightly, almost becoming a smile.

“No. Karen yelled at me for forty straight minutes.”

“Good.”

He nodded slowly.

“I don’t know how to fix this.”

“You don’t start by fixing it,” I replied. “You start by not asking for anything.”

He looked down at his coffee.

“I’m not asking.”

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