Grandma's Golden Boy
It did not take long for my name to spread through the industry.
Orders poured in, the studio expanded again and again, and I became the self-made entrepreneur people spoke of.
I thought I would never cross paths with Ryder or my mother again, until one day, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. The caller introduced himself as the principal of Ryder's vocational school.
"Is this Ms. Rebecca King? You're Ryder's mother, correct? Could you please come to the school? His… his grandmother is here, and we really can't handle the situation anymore." The principal sounded utterly exhausted, his voice tinged with something close to pleading.