My Family Planned To Move In Until I Asked For Eight Hundred Sixty Thousand

mattered. Mine was an inconvenience.

I looked from my father’s desperate face to my mother’s cold, demanding one. I thought about Chicago. I thought about the glass towers and the life I had earned. It felt like a film about someone else.

I said okay. The word felt like broken glass.

The next morning I called the university and declined the scholarship.continue reading …