I was raised in what I thought was a middle class family: one working father, a stay at home mother, and one younger sibling all living under the same roof of a 1 bedroom apartment in NYC. It was, relative to the global standard of living at least, a good life. We always had food on the table, clothes on our back, and a roof over our head. My parents came from a country where roughly 30% of the people cannot make the same claims as I just did....