“Your daughter won’t let me do my job,” my mother spat out. “I never consented to being part of your job,” I bit back. “Consented,” she mimicked. “Some big word that is, huh? You think you’re doing something here? You’re my daughter, and you’ll consent to whatever I say.” “That’s not how it works.” I looked at my father, knowing this was a lost cause. “You know I’m right. I shouldn’t have to be in the videos if I don’t want to.”
