I keep feeling like there's this big wall I gotta climb but my feet are glued down, you know? My mom could get like, a HUGE raise, be a boss, and it would change EVERYTHING. She could make so much more cash than my dad (he just kinda stays home now with my little brothers). And that's supposed to be good, right? More money means we wouldn't have to watch every penny like it’s gonna run away. But then... I picture it, her all fancy, and my dad just... staring at her plate like it’s got better food. And us too. Like we'd all hate her for it, or something. It feels wrong to even think that. (like, super wrong.) Like I’m wishing we just stayed broke.