At Christmas, My Sister Got a $60K BMW and I Got a $2 Piggy Bank Then Dad Threatened to Report My Car Stolen

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They made their choice. Now I’m making mine.

Streetlights blur into watery halos as I navigate empty highways. The dashboard clock reads 3:42 a.m., Christmas morning. My windshield wipers battle thickening snow while Bing Crosby croons about white Christmases from the radio, and I twist the volume knob until his voice fades to nothing.

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