It's you who didn't want your mother first

Summary

My daughter, who had just gotten a full ride to Berkeley, suddenly looked at me and said, "Mom, I think you're kind of selfish."

I frowned, completely lost.

"I mean," she continued, "I got into this amazing school, and all our friends and family are congratulating *you*, showering *you* with praise. But what about Dad? He gets nothing out of this."

The air went out of my lungs. My heart felt like it had dropped into a block of ice. I stared at her, my face hardening.

"And what exactly is it you think your father should be getting?"