I thought it would be a normal workday until a rude stranger mocked me for something beyond my control. When I learned who she was, I didn’t hold back, and the best part was that my father had my back. I had been juggling work and my Anthropology studies at the restaurant where I was studying between orders. One evening, a middle-aged woman in a red dress entered with an air of entitlement. When I greeted her warmly, she snapped at me about my appearance and threatened to fire me. Just then, my dad’s voice rang out, revealing that the woman was his girlfriend, Donna. Her arrogance vanished as she stuttered, trying to salvage her image. My father was deeply disappointed and stood by me, ending the relationship. As Donna left, I felt a mix of pride and relief, knowing I had defended myself and that my father had supported me wholeheartedly.
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