Everyone wished they had my life because my dad never turned down a single request. A brand-new phone, luxury outfits, the latest handbags, all it took was one mention, and he made it happen.   My grandmother always reminded me, "Your dad has been scraping by with odd jobs. He's suffered more than you know, and every cent he saved went to you. His greatest wish was to see you get accepted into a top university."   The day I received my college admission, I cashed out every scholarship check I had saved over the past three years and bought a train ticket to Avermont City. Throughout the four-hour ride, I pictured reunion after reunion with my dad. I couldn't wait to tell him I had grown up and could finally help shoulder the weight he had carried alone.   The moment I walked out of the station, I called the number I had memorized long ago.   My dad didn't say a word for what felt like forever before his calm voice finally came through. "You shouldn't have come. I've remarried. My new wife is the heiress to the Carter Group. My son is about to start at Kingsley University. We love him very much. My wife and son don't know I have a daughter."