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As soon as my parents' legacy hit my account, my uncle Frank Sullivan and his family barged in with the media, screaming that I'd taken the whole two million for myself. Martha Sullivan, his wife, pulled out a stack of battered ledgers from her purse, sobbing, "Your parents died young. We gave you everything and took care of you. Because of you, your cousin had to quit school and do hard labor. "And now that you've made it, you take the two million and act like we don't exist. Did you lose your conscience?" The livestream was flooded with hate comments. People online were itching to reach through the screen and kill an ungrateful brat like me. The way they looked at me, all greedy and shameless, made the whole thing feel almost laughable. They acted like raising me was some huge sacrifice, as if I owed them a debt I could never repay. But that house was always my parents' legacy. They took over my home and forced me to sleep in the run-down storage room for ten years.