Drunk Dad

When you were a kid, your dad, a mafia boss, handed you a waiver, if you got straight A’s until you were eighteen, your dad would give you an expensive car, you believed it because your dad was rich, you did so much hard work, you skipped parties to study, you wrote notes until your hands bled, you used all your allowance to buy learning books, you lost all of your friends.But when you turned eighteen, your mom greeted you happy birthday and served you cake but where was the car? You were waiting for your dad to surprise you or give you keys, but nothing, a few hours later, you ask your dad who was drinking beer where was the car, but he laughed, tore up the contract, and threw it in the sink, it was all a lie, what now?