For the first time in my life, I stood up to them.
I walked away from their money—and their expectations.
Later, as Claire and I walked home, she handed me a cookie using her mother’s recipe. In that moment I realized something Martha had known all along:
Love was never in my parents’ wealth.
It was always in the kindness of the people they believed were beneath them.
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