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

to be paid what you were promised,” I said. “That’s basic fairness.”

She nodded slowly, but her eyes darted to the back table where my mother and Jennifer still sat.

“I’ll talk to them,” I said.

I walked across the room, each step landing heavier than the last.

“Mom. Jennifer. We need to talk.”

My mother looked up, annoyed. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”

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