So when a full-time position opened up on campus—steady schedule, benefits, health insurance, and close enough that I wouldn’t burn gas driving across town—it felt like grace finally catching up to me.
I came home that evening almost excited.
“Guess what?” I told him. “I got the job at your school.”
He looked up from his phone. “Doing what?”
“Facilities. Janitorial staff.”
I waited for something—relief, maybe pride, maybe just a neutral nod.
Instead, his face changed.
