So I'm Worth Less Than My Brother?

In order to take care of my father, who got hurt from a fall, I gave up on my chance to get promoted and even took a week's leave.

On the day he gets discharged from the hospital, my dad hands me a mysterious envelope with a wide smile on his face.

"Thank you for your trouble over the past few days, Luther. This is a little token of appreciation from me. You can buy yourself a nice pack of smokes."

I rub my hands together, feeling warmth surging into my heart. But when I open the envelope, all I see is seven dollars.