The Real Ones

Dear Delyara, I lost my job and my "fancy" social circle disappeared overnight. No more invites to the gallery openings or the rooftop bars. At first, I was devastated. But then, my two oldest friends showed up with pizza and a six-pack of beer and spent six hours helping me update my CV and making me laugh until I couldn't breathe. I realized that I’ve been chasing the wrong kind of wealth. Those "exclusive" crowds were just a distraction. These people—the ones who see me when I’m at my lowest and don't look away—they are my real fortune. I’ve never felt richer.