Three hours after I canceled every single transfer, my grandfather walked into my hospital room. He carried a thick folder. What he said next changed everything.
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Now, let me take you back 9 years ago to the day I made the first transfer that started it all.
I was 25, fresh out of college. My first real paycheck had just hit my account, and I remember staring at the number like it was a miracle.
Then my phone rang.
“Paige.” Mom’s voice cracked. She was crying. “It’s your father. He had a small stroke.”
