I had a job interview after my shift this morning and my dad sent me this while I was at work.
He’s a great guy, my dad. He treats my mom like a queen, and he would walk through fire for me and my sister. But he prefers to show it, rather than say it, and sometimes you just want to hear it. Like when you’ve been having a rough go of things and you’ve finally gotten an interview for a job that will pay you fairly and give you good benefits and reasonable hours so you can finally start your life, and you’re excited but also terrified to the point of making yourself sick over it. In that kind of a moment, sometimes just knowing someone has your back isn’t enough.
My dad understood that this time. And that is why I was crying in the stockroom at six o’clock this morning.