“***”
“Mom, I’m literally the only person in seventh grade without an iPhone, and I’ll need a reliable phone if I get picked for the scholarship summer camp. It will be way easier for you to keep in touch with me, won’t it?”
“It would, but money’s tight right now, honey,” I replied. “And if you get selected for that summer camp, I wouldn’t want you spending all your time distracted by a new phone.”
He muttered something under his breath and walked away. I watched him go and tried not to feel like a failure.
“***”
“Everything okay, hon?” My manager, Sarah, touched my elbow, concern creasing her forehead.
“My kid’s school just called. I’ve got to go.”
I stripped off my apron, tossed it on the counter, and bolted for the door. I couldn’t have imagined how bad this situation was about to get.
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