I Bought a $28 Burger—Grandpa’s Bank Account Exposed My Real Problem

it.

“Eat,” he said.

I ate.

And it was good.

Not in the “I paid extra for this” way.

In the “this will actually keep me alive” way.

Silence stretched.

Finally, I said what I’d been thinking since last night.

“Frank,” I said, “I’m not… stupid.”

He grunted.

“I know I spend too much,” I continued. “But you act like… if I just stop buying small things, I’ll magically continue reading …