In Tolstoy's Story, there are two sisters-one rich and the other poor. The wealthy elder sister seems only to be visiting to brag about her husband's fortune, her elegant clothes, and her rich-person manners. She thinks she's so much better than her younger sister. The 'less fortunate' replies that though she life is harder, she would not trade with her elder sister.
For the most part, I was raised by a single mother. She has always struggled to take care of myself and my two younger sisters. I grew up without the best clothes and game systems. There were times when we lost cable and heat and I didn't know where my next meal was coming from. But I feel like because I grew up so poor, I am a better person than I would have been if my family were rich. I am more independent than most of my peers, I appreciate all that I have, and I usually only spend my money when absolutely need be.
So, how much do we really need? Some like the security of having extra. But when you rely and so many others, your world can crash just as quickly.
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