Jessie’s P.O.V.
Anger coursed through my veins. Can he not treat me as his son instead of nitpicking everything I do? My hands clenched tight, my knuckles turning white. I stared out the front windshield as Katy drove towards town. Her eyes turn towards me every so often. I recognized she wanted to say something, but she kept it to herself. As we entered the city limits, she finally spoke.
“What happened this time?” she asked.
My jaw clenched as I remembered what he said.
“He has never once said he was proud of me. I won event after event and had nothing but complaints. I made the pro circuit, and he only nods, no congratulations. One time I want him to treat me as if I was his son, not someone he has to critique and put down,” I lamented.
“Jessie, I‘m sorry, but you know that’s how h
