By 24, I Built a Million-Dollar Brand — Then My Parents Sent Me a $500,000 “Childhood Invoice”

time, billed at $20/hr. I flipped through multiple sheets, each more granular than the last. Braces. Glasses. The one summer camp they had sent me to because my mother decided I needed to “socialize more.” A laptop they bought me at sixteen that barely lasted two years. My name appeared on every line, repeated like a diagnosis on a medical chart.

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