At my dad’s retirement BBQ, I gave him a $10,000 Rolex. He smirked, “You’re still my disappointment.”

” So I bought the Rolex he’d admired for years. Stainless steel. Black dial. Elegant, expensive, understated.

When he opened the box, I watched his eyes light up.

Then he remembered who bought it.

“You’re still my disappointment,” he said loudly enough for cousins, neighbors, and retired coworkers to hear.

Jason laughed first.

That part hurt the most.

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