“I know you haven’t figured out what you want to do for work yet, but you’ve been busting your ass for over a decade working multiple jobs.” He stopped and faced me, still holding my hand. “I’ll support whatever you want to do. I know your dad didn’t want your mom to work, and if you don’t want to work, I’ll support that, too. I’ll take care of you. If you want a break for a month or a lifetime, I’ve got you.” His voice was rough with emotion, and as what he said sank in, my eyes became glossy with recognition and appreciation.
