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Chapter 7 — My Family Called Me Their ATM—Then Three Envelopes Hit the Dinner Table

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But they don’t gather in a private room afterward and laugh about how easy you were to use.

I never got back the money I had already spent.

I didn’t ask for it.

What I got back was the right to decide what happened to the next dollar, the next evening, the next piece of myself someone tried to claim through guilt.

And in the end, that was the account I should have protected first.