Tiger Bean Rants & Roars |
Wednesday, December 29, 2004 Scrimped and saved all year. Full of pride at Christmas-time as my Dad opens his card. Inside, a cheque for $2,500--the last of what I owe him for the 1994 Jeep Grand Cherokee that he sold to me three years ago. Finally, this debt paid off. A relief for both of us. Company for dinner tonight. Jeff Boyce, a business partner of my father's. "Wow, that stock of yours really did well," my sister says to Jeff. "Yeah," he replies. "A good year." "My husband and I bought our new car [a 2004 Jeep] off of the proceeds," she says. "A gift from my Dad, those stock." As they all raise a glass and toast this profitable year, they don't see me hastily slink away. A social faux pas to silently disappear like this. But I'm so helplessly shattered by this brand new car my sister and brother-in-law casually bought, when I sacrificed and did without for so long to pay back my own 10 year-old piece of shit from my father. Who says that every family doesn't have its favourites?? posted by Cherine | 9:34 PM |
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