Growing up, it was just Mom and me — a team of two. She worked long hours as a secretary, juggling bills and life while making sure I never felt like we were missing out. Most of our clothes came from thrift stores, but she always made them look professional and polished.
One night, I overheard Mom crying on the phone to Grandma. Her boss, Richard, had mocked her thrift store clothes in front of her coworkers, belittling her and making her feel worthless. My heart broke, and anger bubbled inside me. Mom brushed it off when I asked her about it, but I couldn’t let it go.
