At the dinner table they discussed business headlines while my father listened with visible approval, occasionally nodding as though they were junior partners in his firm rather than teenagers finishing high school.
I, on the other hand, had a different set of interests.
While my brothers studied financial journals, I buried myself in books about constitutional law and Supreme Court rulings. I loved reading about landmark cases, the arguments behind them, the way one carefully constructed sentence could shift the direction of a nation.
My father considered this fascination deeply impractical.
“The law,” he once said while cutting into a perfectly grilled steak, “is where people go when they lack the discipline to build something meaningful.”
Voir la suite sur la page suivante:
