buried beside used napkins and a plate covered in cake frosting.
I could hear the garbage truck coming down the road.
A few minutes later, the gift I’d worked on for three months would have been gone.
I looked through the kitchen window.
Dad was drinking his morning coffee.
Trent’s watch was still on his wrist.
I carefully retrieved the chess set and placed it in my truck.
Then I drove home.
I never knocked.
I didn’t bother collecting my jacket.
And I didn’t call Dad to demand an explanation.
I simply stopped going over.
But the truth was, that birthday wasn’t the beginning of my disappointment.
My father had owned a construction company for years.
He expected both his sons to follow him into the business.
Trent did exactly that.
He became Dad’s partner, worked on building projects with him, and was always the center of conversations at family
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