My Billionaire Parents Let Me Starve

Summary

On my tenth birthday, just because I had spent a single five-dollar bill, my father dragged me down the pavement by my wrist, forcing me to beg on my knees.

"Beg the cashier to give our money back!"

Tears instantly spilled over my lashes, but he didn't give me a chance to struggle. That was how I was forced to crawl on my bruised knees from the corner gas station where I’d bought a cheap cupcake, all the way down the block to the dollar store where I’d bought a plastic pen.

I had to return everything, piece by piece, just to get that crumpled five-dollar bill back.