E/O Challenge: Compete

Can't compete

We've been here a while now – long enough for Sammy to pass his SATs; long enough for us to start getting mail.

When that letter dropped through the door I knew what it was, could tell it was from Stamford. I held the pure white envelope in my hand. This was it – he'd gotten in. Course he had; that kid's way too smart.

And then it hit me – Sammy was gonna leave us ... he was gonna leave me. And there was nothing I could do or say that was gonna stop him. Because how can I compete with normal.