My father shook his head. “When this California fantasy fails, do not expect us to bail you out.”
As I packed up my apartment, Aunt Meredith was the only one who came to help. “You know what the difference is between you and the rest of the Harpers?” she asked, taping up a box of books.
“What?”
“You are brave enough to fail on your own terms rather than succeed on someone else’s.”
I left Boston with two suitcases, a laptop, and $2500. In my family’s eyes, I had cemented my status as the disappointment, the failure, the cautionary tale. Little did they know that this failure was actually the first step toward building something beyond any of their imaginations.Generational wealth planning
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