Having been raised in China, the attitudes about money that I was exposed to as a child never quite left me. I grew up poor, living with my grandparents in a small, government subsidized housing that was just city enough to not be considered a village, but just rural enough that everyone in the city considered us outsiders. Because money was always tight, savings was something to be treasured. Hoarded, even. I remember my grandparents kept wads of cash in the back of their closet, and I only got a glimpse of it around Chinese New Year, when it was time to stuff bills into little red sleeves to gift to people.
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