has built. Understand what it feels like to be different — and do it without mocking anyone.”
My mother looked as though she had been asked to do something beneath her. “This is punishment.”
“No,” I said calmly. “This is honesty.”
That was when my father broke.
“We’re not wasting a week at some circus just to get money,” he said.
The word settled over the room.
Circus.
Not a joke this time. Not wrapped up in something softer.
Just the plain truth of how he saw people like Jordan.
I got to my feet and pointed at the door.
“Leave.”
“Please,” my mother said quickly. “He didn’t mean—”
“Yes, he did.”
She turned to Jordan, desperate now. “There must be another way…”
Jordan shook his head. “I stand with my wife.”
My father rose, his face dark with anger.
“I shouldn’t expect a man like him to stand up for
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