a conversation about Khloe’s career.
Dinner followed the usual pattern.
Khloe talked about new clients, business contacts, and exciting opportunities in Chicago.
Dad listened with admiration.
Mom smiled and asked polite questions.
I ate quietly.
Whenever I mentioned my own work, the conversation seemed to move on within seconds.
By dessert, I was already looking forward to driving home.
Then Dad raised his glass.
“I have to say,” he announced, “I’m especially proud of Khloe.”
She smiled modestly.
He continued.
“She knows how to work hard and create opportunities. Everything she’s achieved, she earned herself.”
Then he looked directly at me.
“Unlike some people who are content just getting by.”
My stomach tightened.
Dad chuckled.
“Lucas, maybe you should take a few lessons from your sister.”
Khloe smiled into her wineglass.
Normally, I would have ignored the remark.
But something about hearing him praise her independence while criticizing mine felt
