AFTER MONTHS OF MY DAUGHTER “HELPING” WITH MY BILLS, HIDING MY BANK STATEMENTS, TAKING MY DEBIT CARD

making conversation.

“Enough,” I said.

“That’s not a number.”

So I gave one.

She nodded like she was filing it away for later.

A week after that, she brought it up again while we were eating soup at the kitchen table.

“You should consolidate things,” she said. “It’s cleaner. Less stress for you.”

“I’m not stressed.”

“You don’t have to be to need help.”

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