The Mother Who Chose Another Daughter

My family was the richest in Harborview, but my mother had built her entire philosophy on thrift.

Leave food on your plate, and you'd be shipped to the backcountry to work the fields for half a year.

Spend one cent more than necessary, and you'd kneel under the blazing sun until you'd repented.

If I wanted to buy something, I had to apply two months in advance and wait for her approval.

After yet another time when not having a phone nearly got me cornered by a pack of street punks, I finally broke.

I demanded an answer: