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The first time I hesitated, my father called instead, which was never a good sign. My father doesn’t ask. He declares. He doesn’t negotiate. He lectures.
“You owe us,” he said. “We raised you. We fed you. We kept a roof over your head. Parents sacrifice everything. And now you want to nickel-and-dime us?”
I sent the full rent. I always continue reading …
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