everywhere.”
‘In Archer’s latest release, Man of Steel, he offers the American people basic tools to generate productivity and business during economic downfall.
However, productivity seems to be at a standstill in Archer’s immediate family. In a Huff Post interview this morning [link] Archer made fiery statements in regard to his eighteen-year-old daughter, former YouTube sensation, which have caught fire.
“Her inability to make decisions about her future has nothing to do with me. She’s lazy, plain and simple. Just another face in a sea of teenagers who think they’ll always be rescued. She spent a year making public displays of idiocy on the Internet and now wants to be rescued. I wasn’t rescued … I pulled up my bootstraps and made my way; my grandmother was the only family I had. My daughter has everything but wants none of it.”
Marigold pressed the phone to her chest, not wanting to read anymore. She didn’t want to be rescued, not by her father, not by anyone. This was just another way to push her away, point out to the world how she was a failure. A lost cause. Alone.
“It’s not so bad, I mean, it’s Dad, he’s always an ass-hat,” Cedar reassured her as Mom and Lily walked in the front door, bags of food in their arms.
“Goldie, thank God you’re here.” Her mom’s face rounded the corner, relief flooding her face. “You never answered my texts, I thought for sure you’d jumped off the roof or something.”
“That ‘s not funny,” Marigold said quietly, but no one heard her. She knew her parents were angry about her choices, but she couldn’t believe her dad would say that publically. She felt judged enough as it was.
“It’s not that big of a deal. And the thing is, it’s kind of true.” Lily crossed her arms.
“Don’t say that. Did she read it then?” Eileen asked Cedar.
“I showed her one article, she didn’t want to read anymore.”
“Typical.” Lily rolled her eyes.
“Well, she shouldn’t. It’s only going to hurt her; you know how sensitive she is. Have you heard from your father?”
“He’s outside.”
“I didn’t expect that.” Eileen pursed her lips. “This is awkward.”
“I’m right here,” Marigold said, but no one heard her say that, either. Instead they all turned to the patio door as her dad walked inside, raising a glass to his family.
“Max,” Eileen said. “I tried calling you all day.” She walked over and gave him a hug.
The children watched their parents embrace. Marigold felt her brother’s fuming, her sister’s confusion. Lily looked pityingly at her older sister with her big, round eyes. Marigold looked away, and met Cedar’s gaze instead.
“You owe her an apology, Dad,” he said on his sister’s behalf.
“For what? Do you disagree with what I said?” her dad asked.
“It wasn’t very nice.”
“But you agree?” her dad pressed. “Because I’m not going to make apologies for the truth. You’re a philosophy major, you can appreciate my erudite take on false praise, sugar coating reality.” He poured himself another glass of whisky, eyes locked on his only son. The son that forced him into a life of fatherhood, one all the children knew he never much wanted. That was clear every time he became inebriated past the point of socially acceptable drunkenness.
“Marigold didn’t deserve that.”
“She can speak for herself.”
But she didn’t. She just looked around the room, seeing her family for what they were. A mother who gave up her ideals for a man who offered her a better stipend as his wife than a protestor could ever garnish. A brother who had convictions, but when pressed couldn’t stay true to them. A sister who judged heartlessly. A father who cared more about self than the preservation of family.
She knew that left her on the other side of everything. ,
“Can we just forget about this?” Eileen asked. “Put out a press release, Max, and we’ll pretend it didn’t happen. We
‘In Archer’s latest release, Man of Steel, he offers the American people basic tools to generate productivity and business during economic downfall.
However, productivity seems to be at a standstill in Archer’s immediate family. In a Huff Post interview this morning [link] Archer made fiery statements in regard to his eighteen-year-old daughter, former YouTube sensation, which have caught fire.
“Her inability to make decisions about her future has nothing to do with me. She’s lazy, plain and simple. Just another face in a sea of teenagers who think they’ll always be rescued. She spent a year making public displays of idiocy on the Internet and now wants to be rescued. I wasn’t rescued … I pulled up my bootstraps and made my way; my grandmother was the only family I had. My daughter has everything but wants none of it.”
Marigold pressed the phone to her chest, not wanting to read anymore. She didn’t want to be rescued, not by her father, not by anyone. This was just another way to push her away, point out to the world how she was a failure. A lost cause. Alone.
“It’s not so bad, I mean, it’s Dad, he’s always an ass-hat,” Cedar reassured her as Mom and Lily walked in the front door, bags of food in their arms.
“Goldie, thank God you’re here.” Her mom’s face rounded the corner, relief flooding her face. “You never answered my texts, I thought for sure you’d jumped off the roof or something.”
“That ‘s not funny,” Marigold said quietly, but no one heard her. She knew her parents were angry about her choices, but she couldn’t believe her dad would say that publically. She felt judged enough as it was.
“It’s not that big of a deal. And the thing is, it’s kind of true.” Lily crossed her arms.
“Don’t say that. Did she read it then?” Eileen asked Cedar.
“I showed her one article, she didn’t want to read anymore.”
“Typical.” Lily rolled her eyes.
“Well, she shouldn’t. It’s only going to hurt her; you know how sensitive she is. Have you heard from your father?”
“He’s outside.”
“I didn’t expect that.” Eileen pursed her lips. “This is awkward.”
“I’m right here,” Marigold said, but no one heard her say that, either. Instead they all turned to the patio door as her dad walked inside, raising a glass to his family.
“Max,” Eileen said. “I tried calling you all day.” She walked over and gave him a hug.
The children watched their parents embrace. Marigold felt her brother’s fuming, her sister’s confusion. Lily looked pityingly at her older sister with her big, round eyes. Marigold looked away, and met Cedar’s gaze instead.
“You owe her an apology, Dad,” he said on his sister’s behalf.
“For what? Do you disagree with what I said?” her dad asked.
“It wasn’t very nice.”
“But you agree?” her dad pressed. “Because I’m not going to make apologies for the truth. You’re a philosophy major, you can appreciate my erudite take on false praise, sugar coating reality.” He poured himself another glass of whisky, eyes locked on his only son. The son that forced him into a life of fatherhood, one all the children knew he never much wanted. That was clear every time he became inebriated past the point of socially acceptable drunkenness.
“Marigold didn’t deserve that.”
“She can speak for herself.”
But she didn’t. She just looked around the room, seeing her family for what they were. A mother who gave up her ideals for a man who offered her a better stipend as his wife than a protestor could ever garnish. A brother who had convictions, but when pressed couldn’t stay true to them. A sister who judged heartlessly. A father who cared more about self than the preservation of family.
She knew that left her on the other side of everything. ,
“Can we just forget about this?” Eileen asked. “Put out a press release, Max, and we’ll pretend it didn’t happen. We
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