I sent my parents $550 every friday so they could live comfortably!
The $550 transfer hit my phone every Friday at 9 a.m. like clockwork. Three years of it. Three years of watching my paycheck bleed before I even touched it. My parents always called it “helping them live comfortably.” I called it survival—just not mine. My name is Sarah, I’m twenty-seven, married, working too many hours,…