When I showed Dad a program I hoped to attend, he barely examined the brochure.
“Music doesn’t pay the bills. Get a real job.”
Reserve Tables“But you played music!”
“And look where it got me.”
He walked away.
That night, I noticed him standing near his old guitar. For a moment, I expected him to pick it up.
Instead, he switched off the light and went to bed.
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On my eighteenth birthday, Dad pushed a scrap of paper across the breakfast table.
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“Pay me $250 for your room. On the first of every month.”
I stared in disbelief.
“You’re an adult now.”
“You’re charging your own son rent?”
“It’s my birthday, Dad.”
“Then consider this your first lesson in responsibility.”
I waited for a smile, but he simply resumed drinking coffee.
