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

set it up?”

She shook her head. “I think I want to do it myself. All of it.”

So I watched from the doorway as she plugged it in, powered it on, followed the prompts, installed her art software. Later, I’d glance over and see her drawing, face lit by the screen’s glow, utterly absorbed.

One night, a few weeks after the dust had settled, she knocked on continue reading …