Daphne had spent years building a successful company without the support her family always claimed they had given her. When her parents and sister Brooke arrived asking her to finance Brooke’s dream boutique, they spoke as though it was simply time for Daphne to repay everything they had done for her. They expected gratitude, not questions.

Instead, Daphne calmly asked her father one simple thing. “How much was the bus fare?” Confusion spread across the room until she answered it herself. It had been two dollars and fifty cents—the amount she struggled to gather on the morning of her college graduation while her parents celebrated Brooke’s new car across the street. Sitting alone on a bus in her cap and gown, Daphne realized they had never even looked in her direction. Then she asked them to name a single thing they had paid for after she turned eighteen. No one could answer.