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I paid for my parents to fly out and see me for the first time in four years. They stayed at my sister’s house 30 minutes away. I set the table every night for a week. They never came. On their last day, Mom texted: “Maybe next time, sweetie!” I was the bank. Not the daughter. So I shut it down.

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who paid for your seat on that plane.”

My father’s voice cut in. “Can we discuss this when we come over today?”

“Today?” I asked, looking at my clear, clean table. “No. I’m not available today.”

“Sophia Taylor!” my mother gasped. “We flew all this way!”

“And I paid for it,” I said. “The rental car is paid through noon. After that, the bill goes to your continue reading …

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