Today’s Love Quota Exceeded
Language: en
In our house, everything had a price tag. A goodnight hug from Mom was one dollar. Dad spinning me in the air for three minutes was five dollars. I kept a careful record of these transactions in my head, then paid them, coin by coin, from my little teddy bear purse. Dad said it was to teach me to be independent and to never take anything for granted. He called it "paying your way." The thing I feared most wasn't monsters in the dark. It was Dad looking at the bill and saying, “Willow, you’ve overspent on affection today.” I tried so hard to save up, to buy more and more love. Until the day…