My parents told me to take the bus to my graduation—while buying my sister a Tesla. “Take the bus,” Dad said. “That car is for your sister.” At graduation, the dean announced, “And now… our youngest billionaire graduate…” My parents dropped their programs.

Down the street, in the driveway of our family home, a different ceremony was taking place.

My parents, Lydia and Charles, were handing my younger sister, Amber, the keys to a brand-new pearl white Tesla. Its chrome handles gleamed in the sun. A giant red bow was perched on its hood, looking ridiculous and perfect all at once.My mother cried. They were big, happy tears that streamed down her face as she hugged Amber.

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