Jacqueline Hirsche followed her dad through the bus station, clutching her purse to her side. Her dad, toting her two suitcases, wove through the crowd and stopped at a bus. He plopped her bags on the ground and turned to face her. Jacqueline closed her eyes, shaking her head. Her dad grabbed her shoulders.
"It's going to be good for you, Jackie," he said as she opened her eyes, brimming with tears. She shook her head and yanked her shoulders from his grasp.
"Just get my bags," she snapped.