My Mother Refused to Pay My 13-Year-Old for Six Weeks of Work. Forty-Eight Hours Later, the Labor Board Knocked.

it was mixed with my tendency to overthink.

“I just…” I tried again. “Your grandma has her own way of doing things. She can be… intense.”

“Everybody says that about their grandma,” Maya said, shrugging. “She’s always nice to me.”

Of course she was. My mother loved an audience, especially a small, adoring one.

“Let me think about it,” I said finally.

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