and Mom said, “Well, honey, maybe don’t leave cash where people can see it.”
I was nine.
Tammy was fourteen.
That was our family system: Tammy did the thing, I reacted, Mom graded my reaction.
By thirty-four, I’d learned. Receipts. Logs. Cameras. Backups. Password vault. Two-factor on everything except my patience, which had been cracked open years ago.continue reading …
