My dad slid my college letter back across the table, paid for my twin sister on the spot, and told me, “she’s worth the investment. You’re not.”

Then he asked the question I should have expected.

“So what’s next?”

There it was.

Interest.

Now that success existed.

Now that achievement had arrived.

Now that I was valuable.

“I start my new job next month.”

“That consulting firm?”

I nodded.

His eyes widened.

“That’s incredible.”

“It is.”

“We should celebrate.”

We.

The word felt strange.