The Slap Price: My Mother Sold My Future

I scored a 703 on my SATs, and my mother slapped me ten times at my own celebration dinner.

She said it right in front of the relatives, smiling.

"Ten bucks a slap. You eat what this family gives you, you live off this family, so don't think a high score means you can look down on your elders."

"College costs a thousand a month. You want it? Take a hundred slaps first."

I thought she was just talking tough.

That first month of school, I got so hungry I passed out in the dorm. I messaged her begging for my living expenses.

Instead, she called my cousin over.