Cash.

My name is Cash. Or at least I think that's my name, I've never been called anything else and never asked my father about it. After my mother died while giving birth to me, my father decided to try to strike rich and named me (or nicknamed me) after his favorite thing. Money. Which doesn't make sense because I am invisible to him as long as I do what he wishes.
He believed with all his heart that things would get better when he had money to cope with the pain.

He spent all the little money we had on lottery tickets, day after day he'd scratch on those papers.
Money took my dad away from me.

After years, we struck big. A whopping $122 million.

And instead of things getting better, they got much, much worse.