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

glanced at the coffee cups and empty plates. “Very.”

“What do you want?” Jennifer asked.

“It’s about Maya’s payment.”

Her laughter was immediate and loud. “Oh, that.”

“Yes,” my mother said, waving her hand. “Friday is the end of the month. She’s worked about one hundred eighty hours. Roughly.”

I did the mental math. Six weeks. Weekdays after school. Full continue reading …