The room went cold when my son said it. His arms crossed, his voice sharp with entitlement: “If you won’t buy me one, Dad will.” Years of sacrifice collapsed into a single, brutal sentence. I wasn’t a parent anymore; I was a wallet with opinions. I drew a line. He walked. The house fell silent, and every quiet night asked the same cru… Continues…
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