My siblings and I were close when we were kids. We were even closer when we reached adulthood. Our parents were very responsible for our upbringing and we were not raised the way most kids from wealthy families are. We were thought not to be entitled and privilege came with a prize. We were trained not to waste food and be kind at all times. We used to share books because our mother did not like over s[ending on things that can be shared. We did not understand why they were like that to us, but now we know. They even made us work on summers at our own company as cleaners or box stackers. And we get paid.
It was for our own good and we learned the value of money at a young age. I wanted to apply that wisdom to my own children. But there was James.
I love my brothers, but James was my fa
