Two Dollars and a Fortune

"When my mother won a million dollars from a lottery ticket, she prepared an envelope for each of her three children.After we opened them, my younger brother and younger sister each found a bank card inside.But from my envelope, two 1-dollar coins clinked onto the floor.Seeing me freeze, a trace of unease flickered across Mother's face."Cassian," she said hesitantly, "Logan and Sienna suffered a lot growing up because your father passed away so early. So I gave each of them 500 thousand dollars as compensation."You're the eldest son—like a father to them. Don't fight with them over this, okay?"I glanced down at the faded down jacket I had worn for years, the fabric so worn that it had lost its color.Then, my eyes drifted to my younger brother's limited-edition sneakers and to the designer bag slung over my sister's shoulder.Mother seemed to have forgotten that when Father died, I had only been eight.I smiled faintly."Alright. I won't fight them for it."Hearing this, Mother let out a long breath of relief.The next second, my voice turned cold."Then I won't fight for the responsibility of supporting you in your old age either.""