When my father decided to sell his motorcycle shop after fifty years, I didn’t know how to feel. That place had always been part of our lives—a space filled with memories, hard work, and shared history. Watching him let it go felt like the end of something important.
Not long after, he bought a Harley and announced he was taking a solo trip for his retirement.
At forty-two, I was dealing with bills, work stress, and trying to build stability. From where I stood, his decision didn’t make sense. I felt like he was choosing adventure while I was left to handle everything on my own.
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