They did all that for about a month, we got used to them, and then they made my mother an offer: “Let’s sell your three-bedroom apartment and buy you a one-bedroom. That way, you’ll have money.” My mother agreed…She was working at a café, washing dishes, bussing tables, but we were still catastrophically short on cash. We had already begun discussing where we were going to move, what neighborhood. I didn’t want to change schools. We were looking for something nearby.
