The bank transfer receipt still sits in my phone – $20,000 sent to my little sister when her dream was crumbling. As a preschool teacher raising twins alone, that money represented years of sacrifice. But family comes first, right? Until the monthly repayments stopped and her number went straight to voicemail.
Her social media told a different story – weekend getaways, new designer outfits, bottles of champagne at expensive clubs. Meanwhile, I was skipping meals to keep my kids in dance classes. That’s when I decided to fight back smarter, not louder.
I spent six months quietly researching commercial real estate. When her boutique’s lease came up, I outmaneuvered her with help from a women’s business collective. Today, that space houses “Second Chances,” a thriving co-working space where single moms launch businesses. My sister finally called last month, but some apologies come too late. The satisfaction? Priceless.
