I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.

“He was afraid that saying he liked the songs meant giving you permission to take risks.

He thought he could protect you by refusing to be impressed.”

“He didn’t protect me from failure.

He taught me to be ashamed of wanting something.”

Frank nodded.

“That’s a better way to put it.”