Jake
Two days flew by quickly. I'd taken Dad's advice to heart and gone around sightseeing my first two days in New York, but the talk day arrived quickly.
Dad wanted me to be with him when he went to the school. I found myself wondering if it was for moral support or something. I'd always stayed in Cali, or when I strayed, at least stuck close, even when it came to school. I didn't see much reason in me showing up at the school when I wasn't an alumnus, but maybe it was hard for him going there? Especially since we'd all been there for my brother's graduation, and Dad even gave a speech on that day.
As far as I knew, it was the last time he'd been by.
I figured I'd feel out of place, but under the impression that it would help Dad bear it easier, I decided I wouldn't fight him on
