At family dinner, Dad asked if my allowance was enough. When I said, “What allowance,” his face went white.
Turns out Mom had been hiding the $2,000 monthly he’d been setting aside for me, sending it instead to my golden child sister for luxury shopping in Paris while I worked until I collapsed from exhaustion.
I’m Logan. I’m 19 years old and just started studying medicine in New York City.
Originally from Texas, my parents live in Dallas where my dad works as a surgeon at a university hospital and my mom takes care of our home.
After finishing high school, I moved to New York four months ago to live on my own.
I worked hard and got into medical school in July, inspired by my dad, but I haven’t been able to enjoy typical college life.
I wanted to make friends, join clubs, and have fun, but money has been tight.
My parents pay my tuition, but I have to handle all my other expenses.
Apart from classes, I’ve taken on jobs like tutoring, event staffing, and working at a bar.
Even with these jobs, it’s been hard to make ends meet each month with rent and living costs.
I often switch between jobs to fit my schedule and work mostly on weekends.
It’s been tough both mentally and physically.
I get tired in class and when I come home late, I struggle to find the energy to study.
I’m worried I might have to repeat the year because I’m falling behind in my classes.
If things keep going like this, I won’t be able to focus on my studies, which are supposed to be my main priority.
I felt anxious and desperate, so I called my mom to ask for some financial help, even if it was just a little.
My dad is rarely home because of his busy job, so my mom handles the finances.
Even though my dad earns a good income, my mom said they didn’t have extra money and that paying for my tuition was already hard, so they couldn’t send me any more money.
With that answer, I felt stuck.
Most of my friends who live on their own get financial help from their parents, and I envy them.
But I decided to keep working hard at my jobs.
When I think about it, growing up, things were always different between me and my sister, Olivia.
She’s 21 now, studying fashion design at a prestigious school in Paris.
While I was always expected to work hard and earn my achievements, things seemed to come easily to Olivia.
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