The ATM Daughter Retired
At a family dinner that weekend, my sister, our relatives, and I played a reverse version of "Never Have I Ever," where you bragged about stuff nobody else had done.
By the third round, everyone was getting into it.
Uncle Danny bragged about seeing the city at four in the morning. My cousin Kenny said he could play three instruments. I said I'd traveled to three countries for work.
Then it was Sophie's turn.
She lifted her chin, eyes lighting up. "I own a condo that's only in my name."
A beat later, she added, "Mom bought it for me. She didn't want my future in-laws looking down on me after I get married."
The table went dead quiet.
I looked at Mom on instinct. She lowered her head and messed with her apron, refusing to look at me.