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

voice instructed.

“Highway 9?” Martha frowned, her triumph faltering slightly. “That goes north. The South Side is south. The GPS must be glitching.”

“Maybe there’s construction,” Mark mumbled, loosening his collar. “Just follow the directions, Mom.”

They drove for twenty minutes, and gradually, the scenery transformed. The strip malls and pawn shops continue reading …