My Birthday Gift to Myself Finally Revealed What My Family Really Thought My Money Was For
I opened the blue folder and pulled out one final document they had not seen: the closing statement for a small two-bedroom house I had purchased three days earlier using my annual bonus and years of savings. I had quietly decided that instead of spending another birthday financing everyone else’s lifestyle, I would finally put my money toward something permanent for myself. Mom stared at the down payment figure. Weston’s first response was not congratulations. It was, “You had enough money to buy a house, but you wouldn’t give me $2,500?” That single sentence made the entire meeting worthwhile.
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