I Overheard My Father’s Plan for Me and Moved My Money That Same Night

had made his eyes light up over. Game consoles, remote-controlled cars, the newest action figures.

“Your brother is still little,” my mother would say with an indulgent smile. “He needs encouragement.”

“Boys need more support,” my father would add, as though my being a girl meant I had arrived pre-equipped to handle disappointment without complaint.

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