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155 At Christmas dinner, my niece stood up, clinked her glass, and toasted to being “the only grandchild.” My mother smiled and nodded. My father actually raised his glass. No one corrected her. Across the table, my 12-year-old daughter Nora stared down at her plate, fighting tears. I didn’t yell. I stood up, raised my own glass, and said one sentence that emptied half the room. What my parents didn’t realize was that walking out of my house that night was about to cost them far more than Christmas dinner.