In that moment the distance between where my grandfather was from and the life my dad was living started to become clear. And in some ways, LT Nanny stood at the gates of that divide. No one was more excited to return to the comforts of Hilton Head. And while my dad was proud to be a landowner and to stand on property passed down to him from his father, he seemed even more proud to be identified as “rich.” From where I sat in that car, the appearance of wealth seemed to hold more value than the worth of the land itself. I learned that appearances matter, and that to be thought of as wealthy or
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