At 3:47 am my father summoned me for “a family emergency,” but when I saw the red convertible in the driveway and they asked for access to my accounts, I understood that they didn’t want to help me… they wanted to keep everything for themselves.

We were not meeting in the kitchen or the dining room, but in my father’s private office where he always acted like a king. Randall sat behind his enormous dark wood desk with his hands clasped while Brianna sat cross-legged in red heels looking like an offended queen.

My mother sat stiffly in a chair next to the bookcase as if she already knew how this meeting would end. “Sit down, Kelsey,” my father ordered without offering a hug or any kind of greeting.

“First of all, we want to tell you that we are proud of what you achieved with your company since not just anyone can do that,” he began. I remembered how he refused to give me a five thousand dollar loan for my prototype seven years ago because he called my work a fantasy.

“Thank you,” I replied curtly while I waited for the real reason they called me here. My mother took a deep breath and said they were concerned that I had so much money and so little experience with a fortune of that size.