True wealth, I realized, isn’t measured in dollars or properties or possessions. It’s measured in self-respect, in boundaries honored, in the courage to stand alone when standing together means losing yourself.
I had recovered the most valuable thing of all: my dignity.
And that was an inheritance no one could ever take from me again.
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