One Christmas, I won $5,000 on a scratch-off while pregnant, and my brother Rylan demanded I split it. When I refused, it fractured our relationship for years—until he finally admitted his anger came from his own struggles, not the money.
After getting sober, Rylan slowly rebuilt trust and became a loving uncle to my daughter. Years later, when he quietly gave part of his own lottery win to her, I realized forgiveness had done what money never could—it gave us our family back.