My sister emptied my account and disappeared with her boyfriend. I stared miserably at the zero balance until my nine-year-old daughter, Maya, looked up from her tablet and said, “Mom, don’t worry. I have it.” I had absolutely no idea what she meant. But a few days later, my sister called me from halfway around the world, screaming… My name is Kesha, I’m thirty-four, a data analyst in Atlanta, Georgia, and a single mom. Friday mornings are usually dull and predictable. Make coffee, open your lap