“No,” I replied. “Those were luxuries. My future wasn’t.”
Then came another blow.
My employer—because I worked in finance—sued the perpetrators for compliance-related legal costs.
Another $15,000.
My parents showed up at my apartment in the rain.
I didn’t let them inside.
They signed a repayment agreement in the hallway.
When I closed the door, I cried—not from guilt.
But because I was grieving the parents I wished I had.
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