I’m Nancy, 17, aspiring to be a doctor. Since my mother’s death when I was three, my father Dave has dedicated his life to my future. He worked tirelessly, juggling multiple jobs and saving every penny for my education. Our home was filled with laughter and shared dreams, despite the financial challenges we faced.

Throughout my childhood, Dad often spoke of his boss, Mr. Johnson, with respect and gratitude. Though I had never met him, Mr. Johnson’s influence was present in my life, subtly guiding my path towards medicine. As high school ended and medical college loomed, financial worries grew, but Dad assured me he had everything covered.

One day, Dad took me to his office. Leaving me in a break room, he said, “I’ll be right back, honey. Just wait here for me, okay?” Soon after, Mr. Johnson entered, bringing unsettling news. “Your father made a grave mistake. He lost the college fund to a scam and took money from the company to replace it.” My heart sank as he explained, “Your father will face legal consequences, but I’m here to help, Nancy.”

Facing my father’s crime and Mr. Johnson’s unexpected support, our family bond was tested. Mr. Johnson offered to cover my education expenses, saying, “This is not just an investment in your future, Nancy, but also a way to honor the hard work your father put into this company.” As Dad prepared for his legal consequences, he urged, “Make the most of this chance, Nancy. Do it for both of us.” Determined to honor my father’s love and sacrifice, I embraced the challenge, driven by resilience and hope.