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My ultra-rich parents always say they came from humble beginnings. As their children, my foster sister and I aren't allowed to indulge in luxuries. To test me, they insisted that any expense over two cents had to be approved in advance. On the day of the SATs, it poured rain like crazy. Knowing the test center was 15 miles from home, I asked for a 30-dollar cab fare. My dad slapped me twice in quick succession. "We used to trek rugged paths to school. Don't think just because we're rich now, you can waste money on comfort." After saying that, he emptied every last cent from my pockets, then kicked me out the door. I staggered through the storm, covered head to toe in mud. When I finally made it to the test center on foot, I saw the news playing on a giant screen across the street. My parents and brother had spent 30 million dollars to hire a top idol group, just to celebrate my foster sister finally passing math. They said it was a test for her.