My Parents Said They Were ‘Too Broke’ for My Son’s Birthday — So I Canceled One Transfer. Six Days Later, My Father Was Beating on My Door.

Six days later. 8:47 a.m. The pounding shook the windows.

“Elena Marie Thompson!”

Dad. Red-faced. Veins in his neck bulging.

I opened the door halfway. “What’s going on?” I asked calmly.

“What’s going on?” he barked. “Where’s the transfer?”

“It’s gone.”

Mom pulled up seconds later, already crying. “Elena, sweetheart, did something happen? Are you in trouble?”

“Yes,” I said. “I saw the photos.”

Silence. Dad’s face shifted—not guilt. Anger.

“That was Veronica’s kids. They needed it.”