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I was not prepared for my phone to glitch at 6:47 a.m. I thought it was just the usual “storage almost full” or “update available.” But no when I opened my banking app, my eyes saw it:
$20,000,000,000.00.
I dropped my phone.
I screamed.
I picked it back up, refreshed three times, pinched myself, then laughed like a villain in a Netflix series.
Step one? Chaos. Absolute chaos.
By noon, I had:
Ordered
A stiletto-shaped yacht called Hot Girl Boat.
Installed a golden toilet that played BTS’s “Butter” when you flushed.
Filled my swimming pool with glitter water just to watch the sun hit it like disco balls.
Bought a tiger and named it Beyoncé II because the original Beyoncé doesn’t share titles.
Walked into a car dealership and said, “Yes, I’ll take that one, that one, and that one. Actually… wrap them in Purple satin.”
And yes, I FaceTimed my ex.
She picked up, probably expecting small talk. Instead, she got me sipping champagne under a $100,000 chandelier with a deadpan: “Remember when you said I’d never make it? Anyway, stay blessed.” Then I hung up. No explanation.
It was glorious.
But then, reality hit me.
What’s the point of 20 billion if the people I love are still hustling?
So I turned to my mom.
I sat her down, slid a folder across the table, and said, “You’re done.” She blinked. “Done with what?”
“With working. With stressing. With carrying the world on your back. From today, you’re retired, queen.”
She opened the folder: her dream house, spa memberships, lifetime shopping card, a driver, everything she ever sacrificed for me repaid in gold.
She cried. I cried. We hugged. And in that moment, making her feel like royalty was worth more than all the stiletto yachts in the world.
But I didn’t stop there.
I built The Sanctuary an island for queer kids who needed a home, a space where nobody had to shrink themselves. Rainbow-painted houses, libraries, art studios, safe places to just be.
Then I launched Forsythia Studios: queer films, books, series, games. No more side characters, no more hidden love stories. We’d put ourselves front and center messy, beautiful, alive.
Money turned into scholarships, shelters, healthcare clinics. I disappeared into the background, but the world whispered the name Forsythia.
The golden bloom that arrives when winter ends.
Years later, I would sit in the dark corner of a crowded theater. On screen, two queer lovers held hands, choosing each other boldly. The audience laughed, cried, clapped until their palms stung.
Nobody knows who funded it. Nobody knew the billionaire in the back row wiping away tears.
But I would know.
I wouldn't just find 20 billion.
I found freedom.
For me. For my mom. For every kid who ever thought their story didn’t matter.
And as the credits rolled, I smiled.
Because chaos had made me a legend
♡ but love made me eternal. 🌸
