It sounded generous, almost magical. On the plane, though, reality split down the aisle. My wife and our child were settled comfortably in first class, laughing and sipping juice, while I squeezed into an economy seat rows away. When I raised an eyebrow, she shrugged and repeated her father’s words with a half-smile: he wasn’t my ATM. I swallowed my pride, smiled back, and told myself this was just a small sacrifice for family harmony and a birthday worth remembering….CONTINUE READING BELOW
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