Today's OneWord: Sympathy

"Very few people," Professor Anway told me, "earn my sympathy. And before you ask, yes, sympathy is a thing to be earned. No crocodile tears sway me in any plight you have. You must suffer a certain kind of struggle to garner my attention."

He poured himself another glass of water, ignoring the drumming my fingers made on my chair.

"That's all well and good," I replied, "but it doesn't change the fact that my father's death has hindered me quite a bit in my work, regardless of whether or not I have 'earned' your attention."

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