My Daughter Treats Me as a Maid, Roommates Dock My Wages

I cooked for my daughter and her three roommates for a whole year. On her birthday, I hurried over to their shared apartment with a cake in my hands. One of the roommates scanned my daughter's payment code. "Miss Lambert, you came one time less last week, so this month it's only four hundred." My daughter accepted the payment. "Fine, I'll have her make it up next time." I asked her what money she was collecting.