One Cent a Day: My Mom's Anti‑Degenerate Plan
My mom wants me to report every single detail in my life to her every day. I only get to receive my allowance once I do so. One phone call is equivalent to me receiving one cent.
"My dear daughter, I love you so much, you know. Just let me know whatever you're doing every day. Only then can I relax."
I don't have the heart to let my mom down, so every day I put all of my effort into coming up with something. That way, I can only gather enough money to buy the cheapest food in the cafeteria.
But the food isn't enough to sustain me, leaving me hungry every day. Finally, I break down emotionally.
That is, until I receive an allowance from my dad, who's supposed to be dead for many years…