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to be built through struggle.”
My father’s face reddened.
“You’re twisting this.”
“No,” I said. “I’m finally saying it out loud.”
My phone was still in my hand. I opened my banking app and looked at the pending twelve-thousand-dollar transfer.
My finger hovered over cancel.
“What are you doing?” my mother asked, leaning forward.
“Just checking something,” continue reading …
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