I was in high school that year, and it was a time of dire straits at home. The house was leaking every day with continuous rains, and the family was originally poor, but another big hailstorm hit all the crops in the field to be disabled, which meant that a year's harvest was in vain. My father grayed his hair overnight, not just for his crops, but for the conundrum of whether to drop me out of school. My only wings are with you. No matter what, you can't let your child drop out of ...