Just not the one they imagined.
I wrapped a small silver box with a ribbon in Sabrina’s favorite color. Inside it was a shiny toy car, childish and bright. Beneath it I tucked a note: Here’s what entitlement looks like when you can hold it in your hand.
Then I took steps to protect myself.
My friend Marcus worked for a security company that installed vehicle cameras. When he heard about my parents’ threats, he offered a loaner training sedan equipped with dash and rear cameras.
“If they do anything stupid,” he said, “you’ll want proof.”
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