They Stole My College Fund

I grew up in a house where my sister, Sarah, was the 'Golden Child.' No matter

what I did, it was never enough. For my 18th birthday, I got a pair of socks; for hers,

my parents bought her a brand-new car. They told me I was 'the strong one'

and didn't need help, while Sarah was 'fragile' and needed every resource they

had. ​The breaking point came when I was 21. I had saved five

thousand dollars working three jobs to pay for my final year of college. One morning,

I checked my bank account and it was empty. My parents had accessed my account and given

all my money to Sarah so she could start a 'boutique jewelry business' that she’d probably