"Angelica, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Alexander stood in the doorway of his firstborn daughters room.

His daughters face was tear-streaked as she looked down at her report card for her first year of high school.

"I-I got a 'B", in Honors Geometry. I don't have a 4.0 Dad! How can I except to get into King's College like you or Phillip? That's an Ivy League school! My counselor even said that I wouldn't be able to get in because I don't have a 4.0 and it's an Ivy League. Dad!" She began to weep again, "I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry. I-I," she continued to break down.

Alexander closed the door to Angelica's room and went up to his daughter, kneeling beside her.

"Sweetie, you haven't failed me or Phillip, or anyone! It's okay if you don't have a 4.0, it's okay if you don't get into King's College! I know you tried your best at Geometry this year, I know you did-"

"But what if I didn't? What if I could have worked harder? I know I could have! I know I could have!"

"Sweetheart, you're crazymaking, the fact that you think you could have worked harder and that you're crying right now, shows that you did work hard-"

"That doesn't even make sense! Dad! Don't be lying to me!"

Alexander enveloped his daughter in a hug, squeezing her tight, he could feel her tear and snot covered face against his shirt.

"Angelica! Listen to me! This isn't the end of the world. You are smart, you are beautiful, you are perfect, I don't care if you even go to college, I don't care if you spend your life as a barista! I love you, and I always will. You won't be 15 forever. This won't last forever. You will live, and you will learn, and you will forget about you GPA. College, high school, tests, it matters, but if you get a B, you'll be okay. You tried your best, you got a B, you-"

"Dad, Dad! Um, you're-you're squeezing me a little hard." Angelica's muffled voice said.

"Oh, sorry." Alexander released her from his hug. She wasn't crying anymore.

"I get it. I'll live, I guess, I mean… I can't even imagine what going to an Ivy League would be like. I'd probably die from a heart attack or something because of the stress," Angelica chuckled, "but, um, thanks Dad. That was helpful, I guess."

"Um, you're welcome. I love you." Alexander placed a kiss on top of his daughter head.