“How dare you speak to your mother and me like this?” he demands. “After everything we did for you. You got to race because of us, in case you’ve forgotten. We sacrificed everything—” “That’s not reasonable!” I snap. “I was six years old when I started karting. Do you think a fucking six-year-old understands the concept of time and money? I don’t even remember most of it. If you didn’t want me to do it, or if we couldn’t have afforded it, you were adults, you could have said no.” “You think I could say no to—to my little boy—” My mother’s voice breaks, but it does nothing to move me. This is
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