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I had parents, but I ht as well have been an orphan for how alone I felt in the world

"I guess this is your side?" He motioned to my purple and red floral bed

I nodded,as he sank down on it He spent his ti my postcards and posters He didn’t even look at me I frowned One minute he wanted to devourpalhs as he stared at a picture I had taped to the brick wall I’d drawn it one day during y class last semester I was bored out of ree require out theIt was a simple pencil sketch on notebook paper

I remember that day It was still war on the quad, her boyfriend across froether between them as they studied, heads bowed over their separate books I didn’t know the so natural and intimate in the pose So sweet and innocent Even the cynic in me had responded and had ripped out a piece of paper and quickly started drawing them

"You do this?" he asked, a hint of wonder in his voice

I nodded, feeling a giddy sense of pride

"It’s a"

I sank down on the bed beside hie of the mattress "I’m a studio arts major"

He faced ood Is that what you want to do? Be an artist? Well, you are, clearly," he ahed "I’ll probably end up going into n firm, butyeah, the dream would be to paint"

"Then that’s what you should do"

He said it like it was the si, I pulled one of e "I need to actually get a paycheck"

He snorted "You mean you don’t have some fat trust fund? Daddy won’t take care of you indefinitely?"

My s my way I was his only child and he seemed to have an endless supply of wealth, but I didn’t want that I couldn’t keep accepting his ht He paid my way because he had more money than he knehat to do with You didn’t run a Fortune 500 company and not take your responsibilities seriously And that’s what I was to hie he would rather never have happened I was an obligation that he would never shirk He’d take care of irl" or because he loved ence I’d irls here at Dartford But I wasn’t one of them