My Father’s Delusions About Victory

The day my college acceptance letter arrived, Dad cooked a whole table of my favorite dishes.

Then he poured himself a full glass of liquor and downed it in one go.

“Nineteen years ago, I switched you with my biological son so he could grow up with the city’s wealthiest family and live like a prince.

“I kept you from studying because I was afraid you’d turn out too impressive and they’d come looking for you.

“But today, their whole family is moving overseas. You’ll never find your real parents now.”

He smiled cruelly.