My parents told me to take the bus to my Harvard graduation because they were too busy buying my sister a brand

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I am Jordan Casey, and I am currently twenty two years old and standing on the precipice of graduating from the Wharton School at the University of Pennsylvania. Last week, I reached out to my parents to finalize the logistics for my graduation ceremony, but my father answered the phone with his characteristically cold and dismissive tone.

“We simply cannot find the time to drive you to the commencement ceremony, so you will need to take the Greyhound bus,” he stated without a hint of hesitation in his voice. He continued by explaining that they were currently busy finalizing the purchase of a brand new Rolls-Royce for my younger sister, Kaylee.

Kaylee was only finishing high school, yet the familiar sting of blatant unfairness began to burn deep within my chest just as it had for many years. If you are currently following my story, please let me know which city you are from in the comments while hitting that like button and subscribing to follow my journey from a bus rider to a woman who made her parents drop their programs in utter shock.

Growing up in our massive estate in the suburbs of Maryland, I always felt as though I was living in the perpetual shadow of my younger sister. My father, Franklin Casey, served as the chief financial officer for a massive global corporation and was a man who was stern, methodical, and possessed impossibly high standards for everyone around him.