My father, already caught up in his fantasies, pulled out his phone and began browsing for luxury cars. He called a dealership to reserve a Maybach on the spot. My mother, not to be outdone, dug out a dress she had stashed away for years, applied flawless makeup, and started planning a shopping spree.
Seeing their unbridled excitement, I quietly returned to my room to finish packing.
As I stepped outside with my belongings, I was met by a crowd of neighbors who had gathered after hearing the commotion.
Envious voices filled the air.
"Your daughter is a real blessing! I saw the news online—it’s the Kramer family! You’ll never have to worry about money again!"
"Don’t forget about us when you’re living in luxury!"
"If I’d known this could happen, I’d have sent my husband to work on the Kramer family’s construction site. This is like winning the jackpot! I heard the steps in the Kramer family manor are made of actual gold!"
My parents basked in the attention, grinning from ear to ear. They eagerly reassured everyone that once Julia opened her company, they’d be more than happy to help their neighbors.
Amid their laughter and chatter, the Kramer family’s car pulled up outside.