Today's writing

“The conference should be something,” my father said, then laughed. “But I can’t really tell you what.” 

It was a running joke between us, but it wasn’t really a joke. His security clearance was so high that he wasn’t allowed to tell us the majority of what he did – besides the umbrella theme of GPS – so we never knew exactly how he earned his money. We only knew that he did, and that we were subject to his whims and wills because of it. 

Still, I felt a dash of pride. “You’ve really built a career for yourself,” I said. “That’s awesome.” “Yes,” he said, and dark clouds passed over his eyes. “and you haven’t.”