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

wiping crumbs, straightening chairs. My mother was nowhere in sight. Neither was Jennifer.

I walked in. “It’s ten o’clock on a school night. Why are you still working?”

“Oh.” She glanced at the kitchen door. “We got a big rush around eight. There was a soccer team and a birthday party. Grandma said I could go soon, but then more people came in, so…”

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