Delisting The Failed Investment
Language: en
In my parents' eyes, I was a depreciating asset—a bad investment they were waiting to dump. When I was seven, I came home with a silver medal from the math decathlon. My mother didn’t look at the trophy. She looked at me and said, "Remember, Tess, second place is just the first of the losers." Years later, when I confessed how soul-crushing my job had become, my father simply pointed at the window. "Go down to the docks at 4:00 AM. Look at the men hauling crates in the freezing rain. They have real problems. You? You’re just self-indulgent." On New Year’s Eve, I dragged my exhausted body…