The photographer arranged us near the business school emblem. Grandma Eleanor beaming proudly with an arm around each granddaughter. Lily and I in our graduation regalia.
My special stole prominently displayed. As we were leaving the reception, Dean Rodriguez handed me a business card. The Dean of Admissions at Westfield’s MBA program asked me to give you this.
They’re very interested in discussing a full scholarship. If you decide to continue your education while working. The opportunities continuing to unfold before me stood in stark contrast to what my parents had once envisioned or failed to envision for my future.
Should we go to the family dinner? I asked as we walked to Zoe’s car. Grandma Eleanor took my hand. That decision is entirely yours, my dear.
You owe them nothing. But, she added after a thoughtful pause, there might be value in allowing them to see exactly who you’ve become. Not for their sake, but for yours.
Lily nodded in agreement. Plus, I’d like to see Uncle Jack grill them about why they never mentioned your business or awards before today. Decision made, we drove to the rental house where extended family had gathered.