I saw my father for the first time sitting nervously in the reception room, occasionally wiping his sweaty palms on his pants.It was the first time I'd seen him with a smile.As soon as I entered, he handed me a box of milk he had bought."Quincy, Dad wants to discuss something with you. Your sister is struggling with math. I was wondering if you could tutor her if you have time."I looked up, confused.Wasn't my father a math teacher? Why would he need me to tutor my sister?Father awkwardly ran his fingers through his thinning hair."You know how it is with family. I can't teach your sister well. I can't bring myself to be strict with her."My heart sank.When I was little, Father had chased me out of the house with a broom.He'd thrown rocks at me and hurled the vilest insults.I knew if I hadn't won that gold medal, he wouldn't even call himself my father.Miss Hudson was right. After I won the gold, everyone suddenly became nice.I declined Father's request. Perhaps
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