My parents gave me a $2 lottery ticket and my sister a $13,000 cruise ticket. I won $100 million. By the time my parents found out, I had received 79 missed calls

sharpened.

“I didn’t imply anything. I said it was a family blessing.”

“No,” I said. “You said it was our family’s win.”

Mom placed a hand over her chest. “Sweetheart, we bought you that ticket.”

“You bought me a two-dollar insult.”

Dad slammed his palm on the table. “Don’t be ungrateful.”

That word used to work on me.

Ungrateful.

Selfish.

Difficult.

Cold.

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