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Ever since I turned ten, on every birthday, my parents would deposit a gold bar into a bank safe deposit box for me. Everyone said I was incredibly lucky to be born into such a family, that I had the best parents in the world. But they never gave me the key to the safe. I went hungry, wore thin clothes, guarding a mountain of gold while living like a beggar. To pay my tuition, I threatened them. If they wouldn't give me money, I'd go sell my blood. Instead, they scolded me one after another, accusing me of playing pitiful to gain sympathy. "Not satisfied even after we save a gold bar for you every year? Do you even know how much gold prices have gone up?" "You're so ungrateful, not knowing you're already blessed!" "Have you been messing around with shady men out there? Did they teach you to pretend you're poor?" Then one day, my father got into a car accident and became a vegetable. The treatment cost 200 thousand dollars. My mother cried and begged me to sell the gold to save him. She said the only key was missing, and it had to be with me. I spread my hands and shrugged. "If you can't find it, neither can I." "Mom, did you forget? You never gave me the key." "I can't open that safe deposit box either."