Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

Call me when the baby’s born and it’s okay for me to come back.”

Relief washed over David’s face so obviously that it hurt more than the rejection. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you for understanding. I’ll call you as soon as we can have visitors. I promise.”

I walked back to the elevator, rode down to the parking garage, sat in my car for five minutes letting continue reading …