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

cried.”

“Dad, I learned how to make croissants. Real ones, with the layers. It takes forever. You have to fold the dough over and over.”

Her eyes shone when she talked about the work. She loved using “food service” words like “front of house” and “back of house.”

“Are they keeping track of your hours?” I’d ask every time.

“Yeah,” she’d say breezily. “Jennifer continue reading …