Your parents are delusional. You built everything yourself. I watched you do it. They’re claiming I sabotaged him. That I used Family Connections to succeed. Marcus laughed. Bitter. Family connections? Your dad’s a middle manager and your mom’s in HR. What connections exactly? What are you going to do? Fight it. I’m not giving them a dime. Good.
They’re out of their minds. After we hung up, I sat on my porch and thought about the last seven years. I was 14 when I started working. Not because I wanted to, because I asked my parents for 20 bucks for robotics club and dad said, “Money doesn’t grow on trees, son. You want it? Earn it.” That same week, Tyler got $500 for some entrepreneurship camp.
I started mowing lawns that Saturday, 15 bucks an hour. By summer’s end, I’d saved $800. Tyler spent his 500 on video games and Chipotle. When I turned 16, I got a usedbike from Craigslist for 80 bucks. My parents gave it to me for my birthday. I was grateful. At least they’d gotten me something. 2 months later, Tyler turned 16.
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