From the time I was a child, I always felt like I didn’t belong in my own family overshadowed by my brother, whose every mistake was excused. The only one who ever truly believed in me was Grandpa. He promised his inheritance would help me become a pilot. After he passed, my parents managed the fund until I turned eighteen. But when I finally checked the account, it was empty my future stolen in an instant.
Their explanation devastated me: they had used the money to pay off my brother’s debts, all caused by his reckless spending on luxuries. I was met with silence, shameful looks, and hollow justifications. What made it worse they had even bought a lavish home with what was left. In that moment, I lost my dreams, my trust, and whatever connection I still had with them.
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