By all accounts she’s right. I don’t know what it’s like to be poor. I have always had money, I’ve always had food in the house when I was hungry. I had the basic necessities of life and then some. But what she doesn’t know, what she doesn’t deserve to know with her snotty, woe is me attitude, is that when I was a kid, I begged to trade all the money I had for parents who loved me. For a family who cared. I would have rather been starved and loved, than starving for love.
