My mother always preached the rule of "Equal Value Exchange." The better the college you got into

My mother always preached the rule of "Equal Value Exchange." The better the college you got into, the more allowance you received. She put a literal price tag on my and my twin brother Noah’s college lives based on our schools. "Get into an Ivy League, and you get five hundred dollars a month." "Get into a top-tier regional university, you get four hundred. A standard college gets you three hundred." "If you end up at a local community college, I'm sorry, but you'll only get a two-hundred-dollar monthly safety net." To survive college, I pulled endless all-nighters, burned through countless pens, and finally got my acceptance letter from Harvard. Meanwhile, Noah skipped classes every day to play video games. He barely managed to get into a local community college. For three years, I scraped by on five hundred dollars a month. When I got a high fever, I only dared to chug tap water and tough it out. To pay for my textbooks for the next semester, I worked three jobs a day and even went to a clinic to sell my blood plasma behind my mother's back. I always thought Noah, living on his two-hundred-dollar allowance, must be having a much harder time than me. Until the end of the semester, when I brought my scholarship money home, wanting to buy him a nice new winter coat. But the moment I pushed the door open, I saw Noah wearing limited-edition sneakers, casually dropping a hundred dollars on an in-game bundle.#revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama