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My family only realized I was part of the family after the money stopped coming in. At 2:17 in the afternoon, I opened my banking app and canceled the automatic monthly transfer. For six long years, I wired $500 on the dot every month. Not a single payment missed. My mother, Taryn Foster, had never offered a single "thank you" for that money. But an hour and forty minutes after I stopped it, my phone rang. It was my mother. A moment later, it was my brother, Larry Foster. And then, it was my father, Finlay Foster. For six years, they were ghosts. Now, for the first time, all three of them reached out on the exact same day.