I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.
Rebecca sang off-key with complete enthusiasm.
When the guests left, I washed the dishes and sat down with the cedar box.
I still had most of the fifteen thousand dollars in a dedicated account, earning a little interest.
I’d used a small portion for training and emergency expenses, and I’d resisted the urge to spend the rest all at once.
I was glad Dad had saved it.
I wished he’d found a way to teach me about money without making me fear him.