My Mother Thought I Was Moving to a Slum—So She Brought 50 Relatives to Mock Me. They Didn’t Expect the Address.

from his forehead with a napkin. “Just until I get that promotion at Super-Mart.”

“You’re already a manager!” Martha slammed her palm on the table, making the plates jump. “You deserve a house with a yard, with a two-car garage, not some rat-infested hole with this… this drifter.”

She pointed her fork at Elena like a sword. “You know what? We should continue reading …