A Father’s Bargain
“Dad?” “Huh?” I said, looking up from my plate at my daughter Sarah. “What’s wrong, you haven’t said anything in a while.” She was right. We were having dinner together, which was usually the time we caught up and talked about our days, how work and school were, and so on. But tonight I was totally in my head. “Oh nothing sweetie. Just work stuff.” This was sort of true. I was dreading going to work tomorrow as I knew what was coming. I knew they would be pushing the issue. I tried to engage. “Anyway, how is your senior year going?” Sarah chatted away about finishing up high school. At 18, she was excited to be putting away things she associated with being young: High school; living at home; having a curfew; etc. She …