I had known Vivienne for ten years.
Her father had just passed away. The family was broke, their cupboards nearly empty. She had a younger brother to support, and her mother was already pushing her to find work.
The story spread quickly through our residential complex. Everyone pitied Vivienne. She had cleared the cutoff for a top-tier university, but there was no way she could afford to attend.
My father, never one to turn away from hardship, took her in almost immediately.
He paid her full four years of tuition and gave her a generous monthly allowance for living expenses.
At first, Vivienne refused. "Mr. Shaw, Just paying my tuition is already more than I could ask for. I'll find a part-time job."
My father simply said, "When you're in school, your job is to study. There will be p
