The Tuesday I Thought I Won
The Tuesday that changed my life started like any other.
I came home from the shop with grease on my hands, feeling the good ache of a hard day’s work.
Leo was in the kitchen, staring at a bowl of cereal.
It was 6:00 PM.
“You just waking up?” I asked, irritation rising in my chest like bile.
“No, Dad,” he said softly. “Just got back. Did a few deliveries.”
“Deliveries,” I scoffed. “That’s not a career, Leo. That’s a hobby.”
“When I was your age, I had a mortgage and a baby on the way.”
“You can’t even pay for your own gas.”
He put the spoon down.
