Kicked Out For Lacking A Degree, I Let Success Speak Instead

Someone like you could only make money through deceit.”

I stood up. I didn’t yell. I didn’t cry.

“So that’s it,” I said softly. “You don’t want to know who I really am. You just want the ideal version you made up. Fine.”

I gathered the documents, placing them carefully back in my bag. As I turned toward the door, my mother gently grabbed my wrist.

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