Chapter 10 - My Daughter Began Asking Questions About the Family Business, and I Gave Her the Answers My Father Never Gave MeYears passed.
I married.
We had a daughter.
Her name was Elena.
She loved supermarkets.
She loved walking through Marcato stores.
She loved seeing employees greet customers.
One day she asked:
“Daddy, do you own all this?”
“No.”
“But you're CEO.”
“Yes.”
“So?”
“The company belongs to many people.”
She smiled.
“Employees too?”
“Yes.”
“Even the cashier?”
“Especially the cashier.”
She nodded.
That made me proud.
We raised her differently.
No entitlement.
No secret accounts.
No family control.
When she was old enough, I showed her the original warehouse.
I told her the whole story.
She listened.
“Was Grandpa bad?”
I thought.
“He made terrible choices.”
“Was he good?”
“He tried to be.”
“Did he fix it?”
“No.”
“But you did.”
I smiled.
“We all did.”
She hugged me.
“I'm proud of you.”
May you like
I cried.
That was worth more than any company.
Related Stories
