I know this has been said many times before, but growing up, I always felt like the odd one out in my family. My mother and father were both passionless people. Their marriage, while not troubled, definitely seemed to lack a certain warmth that I’ve come to associate with love. One would think that if either of my parents just got up and left one day, the other wouldn’t be too bothered by it. Their dealings with other people hold a similar cold tone. I spent a significant portion of my childhood reassuring myself that my parents did indeed love my sister Faith and me. That their type of affection wasn’t in kind words or hugs, but in dollar amounts. Eventually I did come to realize that my parents loved and still love Faith and I, but in the only way they know how: with money.
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