My parents told me to take the bus to my Harvard graduation because they were too busy buying my sister a brand-new Tesla, but when they finally showed up expecting to watch me quietly walk across the stage and go back to celebrating her, the dean took the mic, said my name, and my father dropped his program as the whole crowd learned what I had built while they were busy acting like I was never the child worth showing up for.

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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.