Sister Said 'Stop Playing Entrepreneur'—Then The TV Special About My Empire Aired

Sister Said 'Stop Playing Entrepreneur'—Then The TV Special About My Empire Aired I arrived at my parents' house for Christmas dinner carrying a simple fruit basket, the kind you pick up at the grocery store for twenty dollars. My sister Rebecca pulled up in her leased BMW at the same time, her trunk filled with elaborately wrapped presents that probably cost more than my monthly grocery budget."Oh, Emma," she said, eyeing my modest contribution. "Still keeping it simple, I see."I smiled and didn't respond. Rebecca had always been the golden child—married to a corporate lawyer, living in a house with a three-car garage, president of her neighborhood HOA. I was the family's question mark, the one who "never quite figured it out" according to my mother's friends.Inside, the house smelled like roasted turkey and my aunt's famous sweet potato casserole. My extended family had already gathered—aunts, uncles, cousins, my brother Marcus and his wife Jennifer. The conversation stopped when I walked in.