Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
And every time you asked me for more time, I told myself I was teaching you responsibility.”
He shook his head slowly.
“Looking back, I think I was teaching you that you couldn’t depend on me.”
That sentence hurt more than anything he’d said so far.
Because it was true.
Dad’s voice trembled slightly.
“I can’t undo that.”
“And I won’t pretend the money makes up for it.”