When my stepdaughter got her first job at sixteen, I decided it was time for some “real-life lessons.”
At least, that’s what I called it.
Looking back, I think it was pride.
Maybe even insecurity.
Lily had only been my stepdaughter for four years, but she was unlike any teenager I’d ever known. She got straight A’s, never got into trouble, worked part-time after school, and somehow still found time to help her mom around the house.
Most kids spent their paychecks immediately.
Not Lily.
She saved every dollar.
Every single dollar.
One evening, I walked into the kitchen and found her sitting at the table with a notebook, carefully tracking her expenses.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She smiled.
“Budgeting.”
“Budgeting?”
“I’m trying to save enough for college.”
I glanced at the notebook.
The amount shocked me.
For a sixteen-year-old, she’d saved an impressive amount of money.
My wife looked proud.
I don’t know why, but something about it bothered me.
Maybe I thought she was getting too comfortable.
Maybe I wanted to remind her that life wasn’t easy.
Whatever the reason, I made a decision that would haunt me.
“If you’re earning money,” I said, “you should start paying rent.”
The room immediately went quiet.
Lily laughed nervously.
She thought I was joking.
I wasn’t.
“Rent?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Real life costs money.”
My wife stared at me.
“She’s sixteen.”
“And she has a job.”
Lily looked down.
“I’m saving to move out after graduation.”
The words irritated me.
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