My parents demanded I hand over the $30,000 I’d saved for college so my sister could get an apartment. When I refused, my mom screamed, “Drop out, give your savings to your sister, and stay home to clean!”
My name is Natalie Pierce, and in my family, affection always came with fine print. I grew up in Fort Worth, Texas, in a house where my older sister Brooke was the sun and the rest of us orbited accordingly. When she misplaced her keys, it was my fault for not reminding her. When she…
