At my dad’s retirement dinner, he raised his glass…

Then a colleague pulled him away. As he left, I heard him say, “That’s Lawrence’s youngest. She does social work.”

The colleague replied, “Oh, the disappointment.”

Jaime’s hand found mine under the table.

The lights dimmed. The program began. A video montage played on screens throughout the room, my father’s career highlights set to sweeping music. His continue reading …