“Kaylee has her high school graduation that same week, and we have several major celebration activities planned for her,” he explained. He added that the timing was just not going to work for them to drive all the way up to Philadelphia for my event.
I gripped my phone much tighter as I pointed out that Kaylee’s graduation was on a Thursday while mine was on Saturday. “You could easily attend both ceremonies if you wanted to be there,” I said with a trembling voice.
“Well, we are also taking Kaylee on a massive shopping spree in Miami that weekend as part of her graduation gift,” he replied defensively. I nearly dropped my phone when he finally delivered the line that would stay with me for the rest of my life.
You will just have to take the city bus to your ceremony because we are currently busy buying your sister a Rolls-Royce,” he said without any shame. I was so stunned by the absurdity of his statement that I could barely find the words to respond to him.
“A Rolls-Royce for an eighteen year old girl who is just finishing high school?” I asked in disbelief. “She has worked very hard in her own way, and she was recently accepted to the University of Miami,” my father defended.
He added that they wanted to properly reward her accomplishment and that I was always the responsible one who could handle things alone. The irony was so thick that I almost wanted to laugh right then and there.
Kaylee had gained admission to her college with a mediocre GPA and a heavy legacy advantage because our father was a donor. Meanwhile, I had graduated at the top of my class and maintained a perfect 4.0 while building a massive company.
“I see how it is,” was all I could manage to say before the call ended. After hanging up, I stood completely frozen on the sidewalk as the city moved around me in a blur.
Maya found me there ten minutes later and immediately recognized the look of devastation on my face. “They are buying her a Rolls-Royce while telling me to take the bus to my own Harvard level graduation,” I whispered.
Maya put her arm around my shoulder and told me that they did not deserve to be there anyway. “We are your real family now, and we will be cheering louder than anyone when you walk across that stage,” she promised.
