I Cut Ties With a Broken Home
Through the closed door, I could hear her comforting my stepsister, Alesha Callen.
"Don't be upset, Ali. The staff here are useless. They can't even blow up a balloon properly. Didn't you want the newest releases from that big tech brand? As soon as we're done here, we'll buy them. Laptop, phone, tablet—we'll get the highest specs for all of them."
I lowered my eyes to my faded canvas sneakers, bleached white from too many washes. My living expenses for the next month were still an issue, and if I lost this part-time job, I'd be stuck eating plain bread for another month.