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Everything I've ever had came from my mom's paychecks or my tutoring money, carefully counted and budgeted down to the last dollar. "What's the limit?" The words come out before I can stop them. Richard smiles, and it's almost kind. "There is no limit. Buy whatever you need. It won't decline." My hand shakes slightly as I take the card. "And I'm placing you on a monthly allowance." He pulls out his phone, shows me a number that makes my eyes go wide. "That will be deposited on the first of each month." That's more money than my mom makes in eight months. Maybe ten.

"Are you making lunch?" "I am, want me to make you something too?" Her blonde hair lifts as she blows out a breath in annoyance. "Please, I'm broke until Friday. It really fucking sucks that Mom and Dad are making us pay for everything because we moved out." "They're teaching us to be adults," I defend, like I always do. It's nerdy, but I like doing a budget, checking to see how much I have to last me until payday. Sometimes I even play a game with myself where I have twenty-five bucks to eat on for the whole week.

Opening an excel sheet, she scrolled and scrolled until she arrived at the budget plan for the whole school year. She looked at it all and compared the budget that the Clubs listed on their papers. She compared another time and that she was sure, something is wrong. “Hey, look at this.” She said and called out the names of the Montague siblings. “What is it?” Excami asked as she walked towards the Student Council Secretary, carrying a stack of papers in her hands. Damian soon followed and they sat down beside her. “What is it?” Damian asked and looked at the screen of Hestia’s laptop. “What about the budget?” Damian added to his question.

they would need to decorate each room with, a car sit, paints and much more which was going to be delivered the following day. "Mom? Lisa called, why don't we paint the rooms ourselves? itt will be more fun. " That's a great idea, that way we can spend time together". "Am in, Damien agreed. " Since we're done with our purchase, am going to look up for schools so I can enroll you guys and a daycare for Luca, Brie said. "ughh" they both groaned. You guys need to go school so you can make momma proud, said a smiling Brie.

Can those things be measured in money? He took a deep breath, putting on the act of someone noble yet burdened. "Fine! If you won't support her, then forget it! I, Howard Walter, may not have much. My salary is low, and life is tight. But my morals are clear! "Mom, I'll take care of you from now on. Even if I have to work tough jobs, I won't let you go hungry or cold. We don't need to beg her. Let's go home!"

Team party at Murphy's. She read between the lines. Don't show up. Don't embarrass me. Again. "Right. Of course." Emma forced a smile. "I'll take that car now." Three hours and two unanswered calls later, Emma sat cross-legged on their king-sized bed, laptop open to a spreadsheet that tracked the household budget. Jack made millions, but old habits die hard. Her grandfather had taught her to watch every penny, even when you had billions of them. The front door slammed downstairs. Emma closed her laptop and took a deep breath.

It was when Steffany and I were the only ones who shopped whilst Ajax’s mom, Aunt Andrea, is the one who’s looking out to our kids. “That would be $2,789 in total, ma’am.” The cashier asserted. “Here.” “I received $3,000.” Paying everything using my own money was beyond my expectation. I used all of it to buy my children’s needs when Ajax was giving me a monthly budget but I didn’t spend most of it. Instead, I stock it for Andre’s studies as he will begin his grade school where Ajax graduated.

She was spendthrift by nature, with no head for budgeting, and she poured our money into businesses she didn’t understand until a scam cleaned us out completely. After that, life got hard fast. Mom learned to work for the first time, landing a job at a local salon. I followed suit, taking on part-time work at a young age to support my studies and help with rent like nannying for a nearby family, flipping burgers at the fast food joint down the street. I’ll admit she was irresponsible sometimes, even childish, making me feel like the parent more than once. But she never, ever neglected me. Her love was steady and unwavering, and I was grateful for it with every fiber of my being.

“What are you talking about? I sent you four grand.” Summer mocked, “Oh, just give it up. I was there when Mom called you. She told you that the budget was four thousand dollars. “How can you claim that you got four hundred dollars? That’s quite a ridiculous cut you’re giving yourself.” With Summer backing Susan up, the family members’ disdain for me grew. Uncle Sam said furiously, “Macie, how could you steal from your own mother?” Faced with their skepticism, I pulled up the transaction record.

Zoe looked back with the complete composure of someone who had always known this and had simply been waiting to be asked. She picked up her own pen. She wrote in the margin below Zoe’s note, smaller: She’s right. Fix this. She closed the notebook. She looked at Zoe. “Thank you,” she said. “You got most of it right,” Zoe said. “That’s better than most people.” Bianca stood up to leave. “Mum,” Zoe said. She stopped. “Slide fourteen,” Zoe said. “Lily’s slide fourteen. Look at it properly. The budget is actually reasonable. She did real research.”