“Of course.”
“And if tomorrow you wanted to buy yourself a car, would you ask your father?”
I hesitated.
“Probably.”
She shook her head dramatically.
“Terrible. Absolutely terrible.”
I burst out laughing.
“What’s terrible about asking my father for help?”
“Nothing, if you want to depend on him forever. But you’re a beautiful, intelligent university student. You should be thinking about how to make your own money.”
“I am thinking about it.”
“Then think faster!” she exclaimed. “By the time you graduate, I want you to have money in your account, not just a certificate hanging on your bedroom wall.”
I smiled, but her words stayed with me.
She leaned back against the sofa.
“Look, Helen. The world isn’t as simple as people pretend. Some people work for years to earn what others make in a few months. Some people marry for love, some marry for security, and others make arrangements that would shock their families if the truth ever came out.”
