Daddy’s Game
Timidly, she replied, “But I’m already working at the supermarket nearby. It’s a decent job, and the pay is not bad. I can—”
Before Emma could finish, her mother shouted over her, cutting her off. “Shut your mouth! What good is the little money you make? Do you want the two of us to keep living like dogs, hiding and struggling like this? If it weren’t for giving birth to you, do you think I’d be living this miserable life? I’m your mom. When I speak, you listen—got it?!”
Emma lowered her head, not daring to argue—because she knew it was useless. If she continued to disobey, her mother would definitely use force to drag her to the bar.