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

A breeze stirred the curtains.

I exhaled.

People like my parents think they’re untouchable, that the rules are for other people, that there will always be someone willing to fall on the sword for them.

For twenty-six years, I’d been that someone.

Not anymore.

They were right about one thing: I was the dirt.

But they forgot that without the ground, there continue reading …