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

We can—”

“You can’t return eleven years,” I said. “You can’t un-bury me. You can’t undo the fact that you chose reputation over your own child.”

I picked up Marcus’s briefcase and turned toward the door.

“Wait,” my mother called out. “Please. Just—what do we have to do? What would make you stop this?”

I paused, looking back at them one final time. These continue reading …