There Would Be Food Tomorrow
My mother had told me it was not worth the cost of a flight, because Maya had not received any honors.
“She gave the valedictory address for her class,” Mrs.
Ortega said, softly, from the doorway.
A state math competition, which I had not even known my daughter had entered.
“She took second place in the entire state,” Mrs.
Ortega added.
I felt like an empty shell of a man.
My daughter had excelled at everything.