To a man in Dubai arranging property and logistics it would have been a rounding error.

To me it was the whole of the margin between my daughter and the particular fear I had grown up inside, the fear of a household where one bad month ends everything.

I grew up in that fear, and I have spent my adult life building a wall against it, dollar by careful dollar, and the wall had a name even if I never said it aloud: it was the difference between my daughter’s childhood and my own.

A hundred and fifty thousand dollars is not wealth.