My sister smashed my glasses the morning of my thesis defense. ‘I guess you’ll have to fail,’ she laughed.

My sister broke my glasses at exactly 8:07 on the morning I was supposed to defend five years of research.

Then she smiled at the broken pieces in the kitchen sink and said:

“I guess you’ll have to fail.”

For several seconds, nobody moved.

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